And I said:
‘It would be awfully nice, but I am afraid we can’t. Walter’s mother is coming to supper, and besides he has some work to do in the morning.’
I said it quickly. We could have put off Mrs. Sebright, I knew that really, but I did not want to go, and Walter would not want to go either. We had been twice for week-ends to Yearsly; it did not do, somehow, with Walter. He did not fit in, though Cousin Delia was the same as she had always been.
I think Hugo knew too, for he only said:
‘I was afraid you would not be able to. Well, we will meet again soon. I shall be back in a week or so.’
He stood up to go, and we shook hands.
‘It is nice to see you again,’ he said.
And I said:
‘It was nice of you to come.’
The dining-room was downstairs in the basement. We went up to the front door.