Other people’s brains and bodies were constantly and pleasantly at work to spare the Saunders any effort whatever, and as Susan, taken in by the family, and made to feel absolutely one of them, soon found herself taking hourly service quite as a matter of course, as though it was nothing new to her luxury-loving little person.  If she hunted for a book, in a dark corner of the library, she did not turn her head to see which maid touched the button that caused a group of lights, just above her, to spring suddenly into soft bloom, although her “Thank you!” never failed; and when she and Emily came in late for tea in the drawing-room, she piled her wraps into some attendant’s arms without so much as a glance.  Yet Susan personally knew and liked all the maids, and they liked her, perhaps because her unaffected enjoyment of this new life and her constant allusions to the deprivations of the old days made them feel her a little akin to themselves.

With Emily and her mother Susan was soon quite at home; with Ella her shyness lasted longer; and toward a friendship with Kenneth Saunders she seemed to make no progress whatever.  Kenneth addressed a few kindly, unsmiling remarks to his mother during the course of the few meals he had at home; he was always gentle with her, and deeply resented anything like a lack of respect toward her on the others’ parts.  He entirely ignored Emily, and if he held any conversation at all with the spirited Ella, it was very apt to take the form of a controversy, Ella trying to persuade him to attend some dance or dinner, or Kenneth holding up some especial friend of hers for scornful criticism.  Sometimes he spoke to Miss Baker, but not often.  Kenneth’s friendships were mysteries; his family had not the most remote idea where he went when he went out every evening, or where he was when he did not come home.  Sometimes he spoke out in sudden, half-amused praise of some debutante, she was a “funny little devil,” or “she was the decentest kid in this year’s crop,” and perhaps he would follow up this remark with a call or two upon the admired young girl, and Ella would begin to tease him about her.  But the debutante and her mother immediately lost their heads at this point, called on the Saunders, gushed at Ella and Emily, and tried to lure Kenneth into coming to little home dinners or small theater parties.  This always ended matters abruptly, and Kenneth returned to his old ways.

His valet, a mournful, silent fellow named Mycroft, led rather a curious life, reporting at his master’s room in the morning not before ten, and usually not in bed before two or three o’clock the next morning.  About once a fortnight, sometimes oftener, as Susan had known for a long time, a subtle change came over Kenneth.  His mother saw it and grieved; Ella saw it and scolded everyone but him.  It cast a darkness over the whole house.  Kenneth, always influenced more or less by what he drank, was going down, down, down, through one dark stage after