"Claude, do you ever keep a promise?" she asked.
"Always, I hope."
"You promised to bring Mr. Symeon to see me."
"Did I?"
"Indeed you did. Ages ago."
"Ages?"
"Well, nearly three weeks. It was at the Helstones' dinner."
"Three weeks. Mr. Symeon is not at the call of the first comer."
There was a little cry from the women, who had left off talking in order to listen.