"Now tell me all about yourself, Godfrey.

There must be such lots to say, and I long to hear." So he told her, and she told him of herself, and they talked and talked till the shadows of advancing night began to close around them.
Suddenly Godfrey looked at his watch, of which he could only just see the hands.
"My goodness!" he said, "it is half-past seven." "Well, what about it?
It doesn't matter when I dine, for I have come down alone here for a few days, a week perhaps, to get the house ready for my father and his friends." "Yes, but my father dines at seven, and if there is one thing he hates it is being kept waiting for dinner." She looked as though she thought that it did not much matter whether or no Mr.Knight waited for his dinner, then said: "Well, you can come up to the Hall and dine with me." "I think I had better not," he answered.

"You see, we are getting on so well together--I mean my father and I, and I don't want to begin a row again.

He would hate it." "You mean, Godfrey, that he would hate your dining with me.

Well, that is true, for he always loathed me like poison, and I don't think he is a man to change his mind.