"And.... Jimphy, dear, do be nice and ask them to come to supper with us after the play. We're going to the Savoy afterwards. I thought it would please Jimphy to go there because he'd be sure not to like the play...."
"Yes, you come along, you chaps!" Jimphy said, willingly.
"I can't. I'm sorry," Gilbert replied. "I've got to go down to Fleet Street and write a notice of this play!"
"Can't you put it off for once, Gilbert!" Lady Cecily said.
Gilbert laughed. "I should like to see Dilton's face if I were to do that...."
"Dilton! Dilton!! Who is Dilton?" she demanded.
"My editor. Very devoted to the human note, Dilton is. No, Cecily, I'm sorry, but I must go down to Fleet Street. Henry can go with you."
She paused for a moment, and then said, "How long will it take you to write the notice of the play?" she asked, adding before he could answer, "Can't you do it now?"
"Yes, Gilbert," Henry said, "you can do it now. You know the play, and you've seen the acting in two acts...."
Gilbert looked at him very directly, and when he spoke, his voice was very firm. "No," he said, "I must go down to Fleet Street!"