“It’s your evening out to-night, isn’t it, Jenny?”
“Yes, it is.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know,” said Jenny; “I haven’t made any plans.”
A customer came in, and Jenny’s friend shook hands with him.
“Same as usual, I suppose?” she said.
“Would you like to come to the play with me?” asked Basil lightly. “We’ll have a bit of dinner first, and then go wherever you like.”
The suggestion flashed across his mind, and he spoke the words without thinking. Jenny’s eyes sparkled with pleasure.
“Oh, I should like it. Come and fetch me here at seven, will you?”
But then came in a somewhat undersized young man, with obviously false teeth and a jaunty air. Basil vaguely knew that he was engaged to Jenny, and on most days he might be seen making sheep’s eyes across the bar, and drinking innumerable whiskies-and-soda.