This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 edition. Excerpt: ... This gave me quite a little jump; it brought back old days at home; when Sydney, staying in the house, had wanted to bring me out for a stroll before breakfast. "Must be Theo," I said aloud to myself. But something told me it wasn't. I looked out. Yes. There on the gravel beneath, in a blue serge suit that seemed to make his sleek head shine quite golden in the morning sunshine, stood my employer, looking up. Waiting for me to come out? Throwing stones up to catch my attention? Who taught him that? "Good morning," he said quietly. "Will you come down when you are ready?" I nodded as ungraciously as I could, and dren back at once. I was quite ready, but I stopped dead-still by the wardrobe glass for a long moment, letting him wait. Then I turned to the door. Then I came back again. I took the shadiest hat I've got out of its drawer and pulled it down firmly over my hair, stabbing it on with my swastika hatpin, my hand-wrought silver one that Sydney designed for me, my two mounted regimental buttons of father's, and my little pearl-headed one. I daresay my head did look all bristling with spikes, like the Statue of Liberty's. But if I had more pins I'd have stuck them all in And even if I do, like Blanche and Theo, usually go about hatless in the gardens, I was going to use all the " cover " I could to meet the Governor's apology, whatever it might be. For now he was going to have his work cut out for him. And whatever he began to say about last night's brusque, snatched kiss, I wasn't going to help him out by one syllable. I could wait. Let him explain; floundering about for words, probably, as he hasn't floundered yet Feeling most satisfactorily composed myself, I came down the stairs. One of the maids, in china-blue print, moved aside...