"And not the Donaldsons?" inquired his wife.
Andrew reflected. This was to be a very special dinner party; quite the smartest function they had given yet. His sister would want to be there, especially when she heard the Ramornies were coming over for it. On the other hand, they knew a great many more distinguished people than Hector and his wife had yet become, and of these they could only invite a small selection to the dinner party. It was a case in which principle clashed with principle.
"We'll have Gertrude and Hector too," he announced.
He had just remembered that Walkingshaw & Gilliflower were briefing Hector in a forthcoming case, and that there had been some discussion in the office as to the precisely proper fee to which, at that moment in his upward career, he was entitled. He would set this dinner against the odd two guineas in dispute. That, anyhow was an equitable principle, if ever there was one.
"And of course Lord and Lady Kilconquar?"
"Of course," said Andrew.
"And Sir William Sinclair?"
Andrew nodded.
"Must we ask the Mackintoshes?"
Andrew frowned.