"That's the annoying thing. I can't. At least, not easily."
"Why?"
"Because he's going into the country to-day, and won't be back till evening."
"Send him a note. He must go home to dress before going to the theatre."
"He might dress and dine at his club."
"Write to his club as well."
Clodagh's perplexity showed itself in annoyance.
"How absurd you are, Nance! Fancy writing a man two letters asking him not to see you, and giving no explanation! It would simply bring him round here at ten to-morrow morning."
She poured herself out a cup of tea and drank it hastily.
"Life is a hateful tangle!" she said.