Kitty smiled across at her maid who was arranging the combs and brushes preparatory to taking down her mistress' hair.

"He looked as if he were afraid of something, Celeste." Celeste smiled enigmatically.

"Ma'm'selle shoult haff been born in Pariss." This was translatable, or not, as you pleased.

Kitty sipped the chocolate and found it excellent.

At length she dismissed the maid, switched off the lights, and then remembered that there was no water in the carafe.