"If it is possible to combine a meritorious act with good policy, I should suggest giving it to Mrs. Grainger for the relief of oppressed working girls," he said.
Honora started.
"I wonder why Howard doesn't come she exclaimed, looking at the clock.
"Probably because he is holding nothing but full hands and flushes," hazarded Mr. Brent. "Might I propose myself for dinner?"
"When so many people are clamouring for you?" she asked.
"Even so," he said.
"I think I'll telephone to the Club," said Honora, and left the room.
It was some time before her husband responded to the call; and then he explained that if Honora didn't object, he was going to a man's dinner in a private room. The statement was not unusual.
"But, Howard," she said, I—I wanted you particularly to-night."
"I thought you were going to dine with Lily Dallam. She told me you were.
Are you alone?"