A waiter came.
“It’s about seven, isn’t it?” she said.
“Half past seven, madam.”
“Please bring me up some dinner at once—anything. Bring me a sole and an omelette. That will do. But I want it as soon as possible.”
“Yes, madame.”
The waiter went out. Then Miss Van Tuyn went to see old Fanny, and explained that she must dine alone that evening as she was in a hurry.
“I have to go to Berkeley Square directly after dinner to visit a friend, Lady Sellingworth.”
“Then I am to dine by myself, dear?” said Miss Cronin plaintively.
“Yes, you must dine alone. Good night, Fanny.”
“Shan’t I see you when you come in?”