“Hear him, Mr Leslie?” said Van Heldre smiling. “Are you disposed to follow his teachings?”
“I’m afraid not,” said Leslie.
“Not he,” snarled Uncle Luke.
“But you will come, Van?” said Mr Vine.
“My dear fellow, I wish you would not tempt me. There’s work to do. Then there’s my wife.”
“Bring Mrs Van Heldre too,” said Louise, laying her hand on his.
“Ah, you temptress,” he cried merrily.
“It’s Harry’s last evening,” said Mr Vine.
“Look here,” said Van Heldre, “will you sing me my old favourite if I come, Louie?”
“Yes; and you shall have a duet too.”