She took the card from its place and read it over. Reuben would be there of course.
Well, they would shake hands perhaps; she, for one, would be very amiable; they might even talk about the weather; and would he ask her to have an ice?
She put back the card indifferently; it mattered so little.
She had been home a month from Italy, and, as it happened, she and Reuben had not yet met.
The Lee-Harrisons had dined duly in Kensington Palace Gardens, but Reuben had been unavoidably detained that night at the House.
He had called on her some weeks ago, and she had been out.
But rumours of him had reached her. He had addressed his constituents with great éclat in the recess, and was already beginning to attract attention from the leader of his party.
As for more intimate matters, there were reports current connecting his name with Caroline Cardozo, with Miss Lee-Harrison, and with a chorus girl at the Gaiety.
Some people said he was only waiting for old Solomon’s death to marry the chorus girl.
The last month, which had been full of new experiences, of social events for Judith, seemed curiously long as she stood there looking back on it.