Of course I might be brutal and turn her out. But
somehow I forget to do so, until I realise--too late--the havoc
she has made with my work.
I did, however, think, when Miss Griggs mounted guard over
Carlotta, and Antoinette and her cat were busied with luncheon
cook-pans, that my solitude was unimperilled. I see now there is
nothing for it but the tower. And I cannot build the tower; so I
am to be henceforward at the mercy of anything feline or feminine
that cares to swish its tail or its skirts about my drawing-room.
I was arranging my notes, I had an illuminating inspiration
concerning the life of Francois Villon and the contemporary court
of Cosmo de' Medici; I was preparing to fix it in writing when
the door opened and Stenson announced:
"Mrs. Ordeyne and Miss Ordeyne."
My Aunt Jessica and Dora came in and my inspiration went out. It
hasn't come back yet.
My aunt's apologies and Dora's draperies filled the room. I must
forgive the invasion. They knew they were disturbing my work.
They hoped I didn't mind.
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