"You didn't tell me about your Christmas party, Jeff," she said. "Granny and I are going to give you a big spread. I hope you will invite me to the feast."
Jeff's dark face flushed a little as he made reply. "I'm afraid you wouldn't enjoy it much."
"But you haven't introduced me to any of your friends yet," she protested. "I should like to meet them."
"I'm not so sure of that," said Jeff.
She looked up at him for a moment. "Don't you think that's rather a mistake?" she said.
"Why?" said Jeff.
With something of an effort she explained. "To take it for granted that I shall look down on them. I don't want to look down on them, Jeff."
"It isn't that," said Jeff curtly. "But they're not your sort. They don't talk your language. I'm not sure that I want you to meet them."
"But you can't keep me away from everyone, can you?" she said gently.
He did not answer her, and she returned to her pastry-making in silence.