“Like what?” asked Clare.
“Hush!” said the old lady. “Here comes Herbert.”
Herbert came in quickly, and raised his eyebrows after a glance at his wife.
“Good Lord, Clare! Aren’t you dressed yet?”
“There’s plenty of time, isn’t there?” said Clare.
“No, there isn’t,” said Herbert. “You know some of the guests will arrive before eight o’clock.”
Clare looked up at the clock.
“It’s only six now.”
“Besides,” said Herbert, “I want you to look your best to-night. Edward Hargreaves is coming, with his wife.”
“What has that got to do with it?”