She revenged herself by declaring her sitting at an end, and inviting herself and her aunt to stay to tea.
"I've got no end of work to do," Morewood protested.
"Surely tea is _compris_ ?" she asked, with raised eyebrows.

"We shan't stay more than an hour." Morewood groaned, but ordered tea.

After all, it was too dark to paint, and--well, she was amusing.
Eugene arrived almost at the same moment as tea.

Morewood was glad to see him, and went as near showing it as he ever did.

Lady Julia received him with effusion, Claudia with dignity.
"I have pursued you from Grosvenor Square, Lady Julia," he said.