“Oh, a few people.”
“Miss Bourne?”
“Yes, she was there.”
Tommy winked, sighed prodigiously, and took a large drink of brandy and soda.
“Where have you been?” asked George, changing the subject.
“Oh, to the Escurial—to a vulgar, really a very vulgar entertainment—as vulgar as you could find in London.”
“Are you going out again?”
“My dear George! It’s close on twelve!” said Tommy, in reproving tones.
“Or to bed?”
“No. George, you hurt my feelings. Can it be that you wish to be alone?”