“And Grace?”
“Lady Powers is dining with me on Sunday night,” Jacob announced. “Her schemes seem to need a little further formulation.”
Sybil bit her lip.
“You are very rude about my friends.”
“I am not rude at all, and they are not your friends.”
“Surely I know best about that?” she demanded haughtily.
“You do,” he admitted, “and you know perfectly well that in your heart you agree with me and they are not your friends. Every one of them is more or less an adventurer, and how you found your way into such company I can’t imagine.”
“When did Grace ask you to take her out to dinner?” she enquired irrelevantly.
“Lady Powers has been kind enough to suggest it several times,” he replied. “She thinks that it would give me confidence to dance in public.”