CHAPTER TWOWith an effort Betty said to the butler,
“Tell Jones I will come up and see her later. I suppose the doctor has done what he can for her?”
“He’s set her leg, my Lady, and said he’ll come back tomorrow. I think Jones is sleeping now.”
“That is the best thing she can do,” Betty replied, “and I would like tea in the boudoir in about half-an-hour for Miss Worthington and myself.”
“Very good, my Lady.”
The butler bowed and left the room.
Betty looked at Tarina with consternation in her eyes.
“Can you imagine anything more terrible,” she exclaimed, “than that my lady’s maid should let me down at this moment? I shall have to try to find somebody else, although I am sure it is an impossibility.”
She paused and then went on,
“There is the packing to finish, although Jones has do
