"As a matter of fact, he had no idea that you were coming this evening--I had no opportunity of telling him.

A servant rang up from the club, half an hour ago, to say that he would not be home.

Come, here is dinner.

Will you sit there ?" she invited, indicating the chair which a trim parlour maid was holding.

"I hope you can eat quite simple things.
One scarcely knows what to order, this hot weather." Wingate took his place, and the conversation merged into those indefinite channels necessitated by the presence of servants.