“Touching now the question of browsing and sluicing,” he said. “I’ll be getting them to send along a waiter.”
“Oh, good gracious!”
“What’s the matter?”
“I’ve just remembered. I promised faithfully I would go and see Jane Murchison to-day. And I clean forgot. I must rush.”
“But light of my soul, we are about to eat. Pop around and see her after dinner.”
“I can’t. She’s going to a theatre to-night.”
“Give her the jolly old miss-in-baulk, then, for the nonce, and spring round to-morrow.”
“She’s sailing for England to-morrow morning, early. No, I must go and see her now. What a shame! She’s sure to make me stop to dinner, I tell you what. Order something for me, and, if I’m not back in half an hour, start.”
“Jane Murchison,” said Archie, “is a bally nuisance.”
“Yes. But I’ve known her since she was eight.”