“No, on the whole I think not. But I could do with the praises of just one person—they would be enough.”
“I may repeat your question—are you sure of that?”
“Very sure. But you will come on Sunday?”
“At what time? I thought you went to church.”
“Only in the morning. We shall dine at eight o’clock.”
“And will there only be Mr. Meres?”
“Only one other—a lady.”
Kingcote looked about him restlessly.
“How long shall you stay in London?” was his next question.
“Not more than two months, I think.”