But Radmore, to her
relief, did not notice the little accident.
"There isn't anything to do, thank you." She tried to speak composedly
and pleasantly. "I'm going to leave most of the washing-up to the woman
who comes in every morning to help us."
"Then why don't you come into the drawing-room now? I heard what Timmy
said--and it's quite true!"
"What Timmy said just now?" She turned and looked at him, puzzled.
Godfrey Radmore, in his well-cut dress clothes and the small, but
perfect, pearl studs in the shirt of which she had heard Jack openly envy
the make and cut, seemed an incongruous figure in the Old Place scullery.
He blundered on. "Timmy said that you look as if you had been at a fancy
dress ball as a cook. He ought to have said 'cordon bleu,' for I've never
eaten a better dinner!"
And then to his aghast surprise, Betty sat down on one of the wooden
chairs near the table where she had been standing and burst into tears.
"I don't want to be a 'cordon bleu,'" she sobbed. "I _hate_ cooking--and
everything connected with cooking." Then, feeling ashamed of herself, she
pulled a clean handkerchief out of her apron pocket, and dabbed her eyes.
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