As he watched, the man noticed with a smile of understanding that she kept rather to the side of the garden toward the house; where the artist, at his easel by the big, north light, could not see her through the small window in the end of the room; and where, hidden by the tall hedge, she would not be noticed from Yee Kee's kitchen.
Czar, on the porch, gave a low growl of disapproval; and, through the open door, they saw Mr. Taine and his wife with James Rutlidge and Louise. The novelist said something, under his breath, that had a vicious sound quite unlike his words of the moment before. Czar, in disgust, retreated to the shelter of Yee Kee's domain. With a laugh, the younger man went out to meet his friends.
As the novelist finished speaking, Yee Kee appeared in the doorway. "They come big automobile. Whole lot people. Misse Taine, Miste' Lutlidge, sick man, whole lot I come tell you." The artist spoke quickly, "Stop them in the house, Kee; I'll be right in," and the Chinaman vanished. At Yee Kee's announcement, Myra Willard's face went white, and she gave a low cry.
She flushed under his meaning gaze, but carried it off gaily with "Oh dear! I wonder if my maid has hooked me up properly, this time?" They left Mr. Taine in an easy chair, with a bottle of his favorite whisky; and went over the place from the arbor in the rose garden to Yee Kee's pantry Mr.