just said, 'Oh, bother!' and threw it aside and went back....”
We became aware that Tarvrille's butler had returned. We tried not to seem to listen.
“Beg pardon, m'lord,” he said. “The house IS on fire, m'lord.”
“Upstairs, m'lord.”
“Just overhead, m'lord.”
“The maids are throwing water, m'lord, and I've telephoned FIRE.”
“No, m'lord, no immediate danger.”
“It's all right,” said Tarvrille to the table generally. “Go on! It's not a general conflagration, and the fire brigade won't be five minutes. Don't see that it's our affair. The stuff's insured. They say old Lady Paskershortly was dreadful. Like a harpy. The Dowager Empress had shown her some little things of hers. Pet things—hidden away. Susan went straight for them—used to take an umbrella for the silks. Born shoplifter.”
It was evident he didn't want his dinner spoilt, and we played up loyally.
“This