CHAPTER FIVENobody Calls on Miss Brown
Lunch was over, the children had (as Gamadge expressed it) been put away, the animals were at people’s feet; Gamadge, Clara and Mrs. Gray Austen had finished their coffee and were smoking. Theodore came to the library door with a card on a tray. He cast an enquiring look around the room.
“Who for, Theodore?” asked Clara, reclining on the chesterfield.
“The gentleman asked for a Mrs. Austen, ma’am. I tell him no such lady staying here, he say he want to see the lady came last night.”
Gamadge, well back in an armchair with his eyes shut, said without opening them: “He’s a little early; I expected him in say half an hour.”
“I expected him this morning,” murmured Clara. “But perhaps he has to work on Saturdays, junior partner and all. Did I go to one
