Zoe muttered something to the effect that she really didn't mind if she drank something too.

Her mouth, she averred, was as bitter as gall.
"So you put him-- ?" continued Mme Maloir.
"Oh yes, I put him in the closet at the end of the room, the little unfurnished one.

There's only one of my lady's trunks there and a table.
It's there I stow the lubbers." And she was putting plenty of sugar in her grog when the electric bell made her jump.

Oh, drat it all! Wouldn't they let her have a drink in peace?
If they were to have a peal of bells things promised well.
Nevertheless, she ran off to open the door.

Returning presently, she saw Mme Maloir questioning her with a glance.
"It's nothing," she said, "only a bouquet." All three refreshed themselves, nodding to each other in token of salutation.