He did not, however, mention that fact.
"Indeed ?" Chetwode murmured, with his eye upon his work.
"You understand, of course," Mr.Jarvis continued, "that it will be an evening-dress affair.

Mrs.Weatherley has the name of being very particular." He glanced covertly at the young man, who was already immersed in his work.
"Evening dress," Chetwode remarked, with a becoming show of interest.

"Well, I dare say I can manage something.

If I wear a black coat and a white silk bow, and stick a red handkerchief in underneath my waistcoat, I dare say I shall be all right.

Mr.
Weatherley can't expect much from me in that way, can he ?" The senior clerk was secretly delighted.