Веснушки
Chapter XVIII
Catchingupthepaper,shehurriedtothedeskandlaiddownLordO’More’scard.
“Hasmyunclestartedyet?”sheaskedsweetly.
Thesurprisedclerksteppedbackonabellboy,andcovertlykickedhimforbeingintheway.
“Hislordshipisinhisroom,”hesaid,withalowbow.
“Allright,”saidtheAngel,pickingupthecard.“Ithoughthemighthavestarted.I’llseehim.”
TheclerkshovedthebellboytowardtheAngel.
“ShowherladyshiptotheelevatorandLordO’More’ssuite,”hesaid,bowingdouble.
“Aw,thanks,”saidtheAngelwithaslightnod,assheturnedaway.
“I’mnotsure,”shemutteredtoherselfastheelevatorspedupward,“whetherit’stheIrishortheEnglishwhosay:’Aw,thanks,’butit’sprobableheisn’teither;andanyway,Ijusthadtodosomethingtocounteractthat’Allright.’Howstupidofme!”
Atthebellboy’stap,thedoorswungopenandtheliveriedservantthrustacardtraybeforetheAngel.Theopeningofthedoorcreatedacurrentthatswayedacurtainaside,andinanadjoiningroom,lounginginabigchair,withapaperinhishand,satamanwhowas,beyondquestion,ofFreckles’bloodandrace.
WithperfectcontroltheAngeldroppedLordO’More’scardinthetray,steppedpasthisservant,andstoodbeforehislordship.
“Goodmorning,”shesaidwithtensepoliteness.
LordO’Moresaidnothing.Hecarelesslyglancedheroverwithamusedcuriosity,untilhercolorbegantodeepenandherbloodtorunhotly.
“Well,mydear,”hesaidatlast,“howcanIserveyou?”
InstantlytheAngelbecameindignant.
