This young man's _savoir faire_ was out of place.

He should have imagined a sort of high-tea supper at seven o'clock, and been gently corrected by his courteous employer.

As it was, Mr.
Weatherley felt dimly confident that this junior clerk of his was more accustomed to eight o'clock dinners than he was himself.
"A quarter to, to-night," he replied.

"People coming for bridge afterwards, you see.

I live up Hampstead way--Pelham Lodge--quite close to the tube station." Mr.Weatherley omitted the directions he had been about to give respecting toilet, and turned away.