“Why?” he said. “There’s nothing wrong in your having supper with an old friend.”
“N-no,” said Jill doubtfully. “But …”
“Derek Underhill,” said Wally reflectively. “Is that Sir Derek Underhill, whose name one’s always seeing in the papers?”
“Derek is in the papers a lot. He’s an M.P. and all sorts of things.”
“Good-looking fellow. Ah, here’s the coffee.”
“I don’t want any, thanks.”
“Nonsense. Why spoil your meal because of this? Do you smoke?”
“No, thanks.”
“Given it up, eh? Daresay you’re wise. Stunts the growth and increases the expenses.”
“Given it up?”