Mr. Jarvis nodded thoughtfully.
"It would be a great honor, sir," he declared, "a very great honor indeed."
Mr. Weatherley did not contradict him. As a matter of fact, he was of the same opinion.
"The question is which," he continued.
Mr. Jarvis began to understand why he had been consulted. His fingers involuntarily straightened his tie.
"If I could be of any use personally, sir,—"
His employer shook his head.
"My wife would expect me to bring a single man, Jarvis," he said, "and besides, I don't suppose you play bridge."
"Cards are not much in my line," Mr. Jarvis admitted, "not having, as a rule, the time to spare, but I can take a hand at loo, if desired."
"My wife's friends all play bridge," Mr. Weatherley declared, a little brusquely. "There's only one young man in the office, Jarvis, who, from his appearance, struck me as being likely."