"It sounds appetising. I'll wait till I see a man that doesn't know me, and he shall get me some. I don't want it known that I ever entered their doors."
"Shall I not go back to the dining-room and send a waiter to you?"
"No, indeed—he would be sure to know me, and I should get put on the list."
"The stationers who sent out the invitations will do that."
"Oh, well—I can only say I never came. But the waiter would swear to me, and very likely describe my dress. No, I shall wait a little longer. Stay here and keep me company."
"Oh, it will be delightful!" quavered Miss Snow, though worrying at the prospect of getting away late on foot, and ill able to afford cab-hire.
"You've heard of the engagement, I suppose?"
"Which of them?" asked Miss Snow, skilfully hedging.
"Why, the only one, so far as I know. Why, haven't you heard? Ralph Underwood and Winnie Parke."
"Oh, yes! has that come out? I have been away from home for a few days, and had not heard. Very pleasant, I'm sure."