"I mean she didn't mind me telling her," explained Miss Delmege. "She's most awfully human, you know, really. That's what I like about Miss Vivian. She's so frightfully human." "Yes, she _is_ human," Miss Marsh agreed. "Awfully human." Miss Delmege raised her eyebrows. "Of course," she said, with quiet emphasis, "working in her room, as I do, I suppose I see quite another side of her--the _human_ side, you know." There was a silence. Nobody felt disposed to encourage Miss Vivian's secretary in her all-too-frequent recapitulations of the privileges which she enjoyed. Presently another worker came in, looking inky and harassed. "You're late tonight, Mrs. Potter, aren't you?" Tony asked her. "Oh yes. It's those awful Belgians, you know. Wherever I put them, they're miserable, and write and ask to be taken away. There's a family now that I settled simply beautifully at Little Quester village only a month ago, and this afternoon the mother came in to say the air doesn't suit them at all--she has a consumptive son or something--and could they be moved to the seaside at once. So I told Miss Vivian, and she said I was to get them moved directly. At once--today, you know. Of course, it was perfectly absurd--they couldn't even get packed up--and I told her so; but she said, 'Oh, settle it all by telephone'--you know her way. 'But, Miss Vivian,' I said, 'really I don't see how it can be managed. I've got a most fearful amount of work,' I said. 'Well,' she said, 'if you can't get through it, Mrs. Potter, I must simply put some one else at the head of the department who _can_.' It's too bad, you know." Mrs. Potter sank into the only unoccupied wicker arm-chair in the room, looking very much jaded indeed. Tony said sympathetically: "What a shame! Miss Vivian doesn't realize what an awful lot you do, I'm perfectly certain." "Well, considering that every letter and every bit of work in the whole office passes through Miss Vivian's hands, that's absurd," said Miss Delmege sharply. "She knows exactly what each department has to do, but, of course, she's such a quick worker herself that she can't understand any one not being able to get through the same amount." Mrs. Potter looked far from enchanted with the proffered explanation. "It isn't that I can't get through the work," she said resentfully. "Of course I can get through the regular work all right. But I must say, I do think she's inconsiderate over these lightning touches of hers. What on earth was the sense of making those people move tonight, I should like to know?" "Miss Vivian never will let the work get behindhand if she can help it," exclaimed Miss Marsh; and Miss Henderson at the same instant said, rather defiantly: "Well, of course, Miss Vivian always puts the work before everything. She never spares herself, so I don't quite see why she should spare any of us."