She lowered her voice on the last word because the door opened and Jessie came in accompanied by a manservant pushing a wheelchair.
They lifted Mrs. Holtz very carefully from the sofa into the chair and the manservant pushed her across the room and along the wide corridor that led to her bedroom, which was situated on the same floor.
It was a very large ugly brown stone house and quite one of the most impressive in New York.
Vada had always thought it too large for her mother and her requirements after her father’s death.
He had died two years ago and, after a year’s mourning which they had spent on his various estates scattered all over America, they had come to New York for only two or three months to buy new clothes and to introduce Vada to some of her mother’s friends.
She had bee
