“Does one discuss those things? Are you coming to Russell Square for your lesson this afternoon?”
“It scarcely seems worth while,” he sighed.
“I think you had better,” she said, frowning. “They are expecting you.”
“They?” he repeated.
A little spot of colour burned in her cheeks. She looked away hastily.
“The lady with whom you are going to dine on Sunday night, for one,” she reminded him.
There was a moment’s silence. Jacob was perplexed.
“Are you going to be there?” he enquired.
“Yes!”