Chapter 1
_ CHAPTER I
The tall young lady who arrived fifteen minutes before the Freddy Tunbridges‘ dinner-hour, was not taken into the great empty drawing-room, but, as though she were not to be of the party expected that night, straight upstairs she went behind the footman, and then up more stairs behind a maid. The smart, white-capped domestic paused, and her floating muslin streamers cut short their aerial gyrations subsiding against her straight black back as she knocked at the night-nursery door. It was opened by a middle-aged head nurse of impressive demeanour. She stood there an instant eyeing the intruder with the kind of overbearing hauteur that in these days does duty as the peculiar hall-mark of the upper servant, being seldom encountered in England among even the older generation of the so-called governing class.
‘It‘s too late to see the baby, miss. He‘s asleep.‘
‘Yes, I know； but the others are expecting me, aren‘t they?‘
Question hardly necessary, perhaps,

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