"I have the notice in my pocket," and I took it out and looked at it. Then I saw that some one had been scratching at the top of the card, but they had done it very neatly.
"Some one has been having a joke with you," he said, and he smiled as if he thought it a better joke than I did.
"They will be watching for me to come out," I said, and I took my courage in my two hands.
"I suppose they will," he answered, "but I don't want to know their names."
"I didn't mean that," I replied.
"What did you mean?" he asked, and I thought he was behaving splendidly.
"I wish you would ask me to lunch if you aren't engaged," I said, "and then they will have to wait for longer than they bargained."
"Of course," he answered, "they certainly deserve to wait."
I enjoyed that meal very much, the Subby only wanted knowing a little and then he became quite a good sort, and I think he was amused at a fresher calmly asking himself to luncheon with him, but it ought to have shown that I had a certain amount of confidence in him, for even I could not have asked myself to a meal with Mr. Edwardes. I doubt, however, if he ever thought of it in that light, for he had been Subby for five rather troubled years, and had so much to do with dealing with men who did things they ought not to have done, that he could have had no time to wonder why they did them.
We began by condemning practical jokes, which was very tactful of him; he said that he knew only one good practical joke, and that was played upon himself, but he would not tell me what it was though I promised that I would never try it on anybody. Then we talked about all sorts of things, until I had been with him nearly an hour, and the conversation was inclined to droop.