But Radmore, to her relief, did not notice the little accident.
"There isn't anything to do, thank you." She tried to speak composedly and pleasantly.

"I'm going to leave most of the washing-up to the woman who comes in every morning to help us." "Then why don't you come into the drawing-room now?
I heard what Timmy said--and it's quite true!" "What Timmy said just now ?" She turned and looked at him, puzzled.
Godfrey Radmore, in his well-cut dress clothes and the small, but perfect, pearl studs in the shirt of which she had heard Jack openly envy the make and cut, seemed an incongruous figure in the Old Place scullery.
He blundered on.

"Timmy said that you look as if you had been at a fancy dress ball as a cook.

He ought to have said 'cordon bleu,' for I've never eaten a better dinner!" And then to his aghast surprise, Betty sat down on one of the wooden chairs near the table where she had been standing and burst into tears.
"I don't want to be a 'cordon bleu,'" she sobbed.

"I _hate_ cooking--and everything connected with cooking." Then, feeling ashamed of herself, she pulled a clean handkerchief out of her apron pocket, and dabbed her eyes.
"I'm just tired out, that's what it is!" she exclaimed, trying to smile.
"We had a worrying half-hour, thinking the fish was not going to arrive.
You see, Janet dislikes poor Mrs.Crofton so much that she suddenly made up her mind that it was her duty to kill the fatted calf, and in such a case I have to do the killing!" "It's such a waste for you to be doing the things you are doing now." He spoke with a touch of anger in his voice.