CHAPTER TWOSitting at the large dining room table with the Mexican servants in white and red clothes waiting on them, Lord Yelverton thought that it was the oddest party that he had ever been a guest at.
He had been wondering what he should say to Tula and how he would answer her controversial statement, when there was the sound of high voices and what seemed to him a whole school of children burst onto the verandah all talking at once.
They greeted Ajax Audenshaw with affection and then ignored Dolores, who, when they appeared, looked at them with dislike and then stalked back into the house.
Only Tula seemed prepared to attend to them and give them orders.
“Go and wash your hands,” she said. “Supper will be ready in ten minutes and, Lucette, tidy your hair. It looks a mess.”
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