The settling-in process at Brandgwyn was accomplished with that ease which great wealth so smoothly can effect. Miss Brandgwyn’s staff had remained in service at Melissa’s request.
They had also stayed on from a curiosity so compelling that not one of them, down to the last stable boy, could have been blasted from his job—the curiosity revolving around the scenographic Mr. Tyler, his whizzing knives, and the delicious possibilities ever latent in a state of social ostracism. They were effectively operative, in a deceptively retarded fashion, under the ancient eye of Jarvis. Jarvis was the Paleozoic major-domo of the plantation.
Margot was assigned an upstairs suite in the south wing. She adapted its sitting room into a semi-office for the handling of mail which still pelted Melissa, alth
