'Olroyd!' she called. She had a disagreeable habit of calling women by their surnames. 'What do you want?'
'Nothing,' said Daphne. 'I called to see if you'd got home all right.'
'Why shouldn't I get home all right?' asked Ella querulously.
Very wisely, Daphne offered no reply, and made her escape. To her surprise, the maid followed her through the garden door, and, holding it close behind her, she lowered her voice.
'She's been having a row with somebody on the telephone— sent us all down to the kitchen so that we couldn't hear. Do you know what the trouble is, miss?'
'No,' said Daphne, a little stiffly, for she rather resented the woman's confidence.
'Her dresser's here, packing her things: she phoned for her the moment she got home. Do you know whether Miss Creed is going away?'
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