"What time's supper?"
"Any time you like."
"Well, make it half-past eight. It's a good peg over to Cherrygarden, and if I come back by Dormans I can send another wire to Nigel."
"Oh, don't, Len!"
"Why ever not?"
"I don't see that it's so ... so very important that he should know."
"About what?"
"The—the engagement."
"You silly old girl! I wasn't going to wire him about that—waste of a good sixpence that would be! But don't you realise that at eight to-night the concert begins? I telegraphed to him an hour ago, just to buck him up beforehand—next time I want to catch him in full squeak."
"Very well—but, Len ... don't be late."