It also seemed quite natural to them all, even to Bubbles, that Blanche should stay behind for the one night.
She was not the sort of woman to leave a task half done.

She had engaged the servants, and she would remain to settle up with them.

The average man--and most of them thought Varick an average man--is helpless in dealing with so complicated a domestic problem as a number of job servants.
As the hours of the early afternoon went by, Blanche more and more marvelled at Varick's extraordinary powers of self-command.

Excepting that he was, perhaps, a little more restless than usual, he was at his best as the courteous, kindly host, now parting with regret from a number of well-liked guests.
He even succeeded in putting Helen Brabazon once more at her ease, for, choosing his opportunity, he told her, in a few earnest words which touched her deeply, that he had come to see her point of view, and to acquiesce in her decision.
Blanche heard him making an appointment with Dr.Panton to lunch at the Ritz on one of the days of the following week.

He asked Sir Lyon to join them there; and Blanche saw the look of real chagrin and annoyance which passed over his face when Sir Lyon declined the invitation.
But even what was obviously sincere and real, seemed utterly insincere and unreal to Blanche Farrow, during those tense hours.