He looked at Philip and saw him staring at him sombrely.
“I dined with you last night,” he laughed. “I should be in the way.”
“Oh, that doesn’t matter,” insisted Mildred. “Make him come, Philip. He won’t be in the way, will he?”
“Let him come by all means if he’d like to.”
“All right, then,” said Griffiths promptly. “I’ll just go upstairs and tidy myself.”
The moment he left the room Philip turned to Mildred angrily.
“Why on earth did you ask him to dine with us?”
“I couldn’t help myself. It would have looked so funny to say nothing when he said he wasn’t doing anything.”
“Oh, what rot! And why the hell did you ask him if he was doing anything?”
Mildred’s pale lips tightened a little.