At the window, his figure outlined by the gold and purple of a fading sky, she saw her husband standing motionless, his head bent forward over an out-stretched hand. He appeared to be examining something closely in the twilight. She could see his keen, clear profile, intent and a little stern.
“Parker, Parker, the cakes are burning!”
Her husband turned with a start, taken unawares, like the hero of Wessex in the swineherd’s hut. Betty Steel had glided towards the fire.
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Before the glow of the fire she noticed the irritable frown upon her husband’s face.
“Most worried of men, what is the matter?”
“Fate cannot touch us, the cakes are saved. Misery, Parker! Quick, the kettle!”
The silver spout was spouting hot water over Mrs. Betty’s treasured Japanese tray. Her husband with a “damn the thing,” turned down the cap of the spirit-lamp with a spoon.
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“The king did not try to shift the responsibility, Parker.”
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Parker Steel helped himself to one of the hot cakes.
“Oh, nothing,” he said, curtly.
His wife laughed.