[MaC] Marty issues orders

[Mel Mason]

>> Anton drew himself up to his full height and then bowed, very Polish, 
>> with
>> his heels clicking together.
>>
>> "If you command."
>>
>> "Yes," said Marty.  "I do.  And take the service entrace - that way you 
>> can
>> go across the top floor without having to go down and up again.  And 
>> leave
>> the doors open so we can hear you."
>>
>> Only Marion was close enough to see the muscle jump in Anton's cheek as 
>> he
>> listened to these instructions.  But various people could see how rigidly 
>> he
>> was standing, as though he were barely holding himself in check.
>>
>> "Very well," he said, and turned.  "If you will excuse me, Miss 
>> Mauberley."
>
> Marion regarded him for a moment, then stepped back a little.
> "Certainly, Mr. Barowenski," she said, while directing a cold
> look at Marty Fitzroy.
>
> When Barowenski had moved off, she said to Fitzroy, "Was that
> really necessary?  Mr. Barowenski is an artist, not a ... a
> hireling!"
>

Marty turned away, scowling, but Nola Diamond said mockingly, "Have you 
realised yet, darling?  We're all just commodities to Mr Fitzroy.  He weighs 
us out and sells us - just like he used to do the fruit and veg down in 
Stepney."

She walked away towards stairs that led to the lower floor.

Lucinda moved towards Marty

"Is it wide to have the doors open between the two flats?" she asked.  "What 
about the blackout?"

Fitzroy had moved away - it didn't seem as though he was listening to her.