“This morning I was different.”
“Were you?” asked Sir Ralph. “My mind never changes. I am always the same.”
“How very dull! I am never the same. Are you asked to the party of my lord and master on the 16th?”
“No.”
“You have heard nothing of it?”
“Not yet. I wanted you to come with me to see the new ballet on the 16th. I came to ask you. Now, I suppose, you will not come.”
“I know not. Shall I not? Yes, I will come—alone!”
“Alone! So much the better, and to supper afterwards at the Savoy?”
“Yes.”
“Good. You will wear?”