Yes, you ought really to have two.

Get a decent cook." "Do you think it necessary ?" Quarrier was musing, a look of annoyance on his face.
"It couldn't have happened more inconveniently," he said, without regard to Lilian's objection.

"I had better tell you at once, Lily: I've asked a friend of mine to come and dine with us to-morrow." She started and looked at him with anxious eyes.
"A friend ?" "Yes; Glazzard--the man who spoke to me at Kew Station the other day--you remember ?" "Oh yes!" Lilian seated herself by the piano and stroked the keys with the tips of her fingers.

Standing on the hearth-rug, her companion watched her closely for a moment; his forehead was wrinkled, and he did not seem quite at ease.
"Glazzard is a very good fellow," he pursued, looking about the room and thrusting his hands into his trouser-pockets.

"I've known him since I was a boy--a well-read man, thoughtful, clever.