"I daresay they're all very much nicer than we are, if we only knew it!" she had gone on, but Dr.
Panton had shaken his head.

He had no great liking for the modern domestic servant.

He was one of the many people who consider that the good old type of serving-man and waiting-woman has disappeared for ever.
To-night, remembering Bubbles' words, he gave a careless, rueful thought to the question of how Varick, who was always generous about money, must be cheated--"rooked" was the expression the doctor used in his own mind--by these job servants who were here, so his host told him, just for the one month.

Still, they were all fulfilling their part of their contract very well, especially the _chef_! Everything seemed to go on oiled wheels at Wyndfell Hall.

But this might be owing to clever Miss Farrow, for Varick had told him that Miss Farrow was acting as hostess to the party.
Panton didn't much like that composed, clever-looking lady.