He hesitated a moment, then added: “I shall look in at the Leunigers on my way back.”
“The Leunigers!” cried Adelaide in open disapproval.
“Reuben, there’s the old gentleman. He won’t like your going first to your cousins,” said his mother.
“My grandfather? Oh, but my arrival isn’t an official fact till to-morrow. We were sixteen hours before our time, remember. Good-bye, Addie. I suppose you and Monty will be dining in Portland Place to-morrow with the rest of us. What a gathering of the clans! Well, I must be off.” And he suited the action to the word.
“Why on earth need he rush off like that to the Leunigers?” said Mrs. Cohen as she drew on her gloves.
Her mother looked across at her through the dusk.
“Reuben will do nothing rash,” she said.
CHAPTER II.
Whatever my mood is, I love Piccadilly.
London Lyrics.