She possessed a curious air of physical well-being, the well-being of a woman who has found and is enjoying what she seeks in life.
"Won't you tell me why I can make no one hear ?" she repeated, still good-naturedly but frowning slightly at his silence.
"Mrs.Tallente is in London," he announced.

"She has taken most of the establishment with her." The visitor fumbled in her side pocket and produced a diminutive ivory case.

She withdrew a card and handed it to Tallente, with a glance at his gloved hands.
"Will you give this to the butler ?" she begged.

"Tell him to tell his mistress that I was sorry not to find her at home." "The butler," Tallente explained, "has gone for the milk.

He shall have the card immediately on his return." She looked at him for a moment and then smiled.
"Do forgive me," she said.