CHAPTER SEVENLull in the Storm
Mrs. Deedes winced; she cowered back against the sofa cushions, and put her hands over her ears. Mason strode across the room as if he were in his wife’s novel, and roared: “Susie, will you be quiet?”
Susie Burt sank down; Percy wagged his head at her. “Who told you Miss Wing told Mrs. Mason all that?” he asked.
“Never you mind.”
“I do mind. I deduce our dear faithful old Louise Baugnon, who is so fond of us all. Fond of us all,” he repeated, smiling, “but with no respect for white-collar jobs.”
Mrs. Deedes rose. “If you don’t mind, Henry,” she said in a feeble voice, “I shall go upstairs and lie down. I don’t believe Florence meant us to listen to this kind of thing.”
“No, no, Sally; wait a minute.” Sylvanus gently urged her back upon the couch, and th
