"I mustn't stay long."
"Neither must I." Concepcion smiled.
"Got to go out?"
"Yes."
There was another silence. Then Concepcion said:
"I'm going to Sarah Churcher's. And as I know she has her Pageant Committee at five-thirty, I'd better not arrive later than five, had I?"
"What is there between you and Lady Churcher?"
"Well, I'm going to offer to take Queen's place on the organising Committee."
"Con!" he exclaimed impulsively, "you aren't?"