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"Dotty?" I suggested.
"Not a bit of it," retorted Tony. "Nervous because he is new to his
job, but very anxious to be obliging. We shall do splendidly here."
I shrugged my shoulders and said no more, because I know Tony. I have
been married to her for years and years.
Light steps upon the tiles heralded something new--different, but
equally surprising.
"Tea is served, madam, if you will step this way."
She was the apotheosis of all waitresses. Her frock was black, but it
was of silk and finely cut. Her apron, of coarse white cotton, was
grotesque against it. She had neat little feet encased in high-heeled
shoes, and her stockings were of silk. Her common cap that she wore sat
coquettishly on her dark curls, and her face was charming, though
petrified in that unnatural expression of distance which, as a rule,
only the very best menials can attain.
There were no other guests in the coffee-room, and this marvel of maids
devoted the whole of her attention to us, standing over us like a
column of ice which thawed only to attend upon our wants.


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