Chapter Thirty-OneIt was Gregor who came in. He did not speak, but motioned with his hand, and they walked past him into the passage.
Lazare was waiting at the head of the stairs, but before they came to him the door of Miss Shaw’s room was opened and Nadine came out. The canaries had stopped singing. Sally looked past Nadine, and saw that someone had covered the cage with a green silk handkerchief.
Nadine had put on a clean apron. The fresh starch crackled as she walked. From behind her came Miss Shaw’s voice:
“There is such a draught, Nadine, why do you not shut the door? I am always telling you how much Alfred dislikes a draught. Shut the door, my dear.”
Nadine shut it, and they all went down the stairs.
Sally thought how strange it was, that glimpse into the comfortable room, the
