The maid appeared.
"Mr. Parker is downstairs, m'm."
"Good gracious! Here already for dinner. What time is it?"
"Seven o'clock, m'm."
"All right. I'll be down immediately."
The girl went away and Helen turned to her companion.
"Now, hurry, dear, won't you? Dinner is ready. The guests are arriving. Dress quickly and come down."
He still held her hand.
"You're not angry with me?" he whispered.
"Why should I be angry?"