Chapter IXThe maid came wonderingly, and took up the pack.
“Why, Miss Tasha,” she said, examining them, “they are the same ones you always—”
“I know—take them away!”
“Shall I send out for others?”
“No! I do not wish to smoke now. What time is it? Are we dining at home?”
Tasha sat up and gathered a handful of her mail to examine it.
“Dinner is ordered. I fancy Mrs. Endicott is expecting to be at home,” said Marie, stooping to pick up the offending cigarette.
“Has Mr. Clancy gone yet?”
“I’m not sure. I think he is still there.”
“Find out if he is staying to dinner.”
The maid disappeared and in a few minutes came back.
“Mrs. Endicott has ordered the table set for a guest.”
“Then you may tell her I am not coming down to-night. I wish to have my dinner sent up. I’m tired.”
Marie he
