“Shall I bring any one else?” his eyes searched her face.
“Just as you like.” She leant forward and casually stirred the fire. “Anyhow, there is sure to be plenty of room at this time of year.”
“Plenty of room, but not plenty of available companion chaperones,” with a little laugh.
“Then we should have to make Sydney serve,” naming her chauffeur. She got up from her seat.
“I suppose I must think about dinner,” glancing at the clock. “Are you joining me this evening?”
“I can’t; I have to go to Morrison’s.”
“How gay you are!”
“It is diplomatic. Morrison could get me a brief tomorrow if he liked.”
“There is a very pretty daughter, just out; isn’t there?”
“Yes.”