“I promised you I'd come back to supper here, Daddy,” she said. “But I don't want to have supper here. I want to stay out late.”
She saw her mother look perplexed. “Hasn't Daddy told you?”
“But where is young Riverton?”
“He's outside.”
Eleanor became aware of a broad chink in the folding doors that was making the dining-room an auditorium for their dialogue. She shut them deftly.
“I have told Mummy,” Scrope explained. “Bring him in to supper. We ought to see him.”
Eleanor hesitated. She indicated her sisters beyond the folding doors. “They'll all be watching us, Mummy,” she said. “We'd be uncomfortable. And besides—”
“But you can't go out and dine with him alone!”
“Oh, Mummy! It's our only chance.”
“Customs are changing,” said Scrope.