CHAPTER XII.
The dinner was fixed some few days later for seven o'clock in a little restaurant in Soho.
"_Don't think because I chose this place_," concluded Traill's letter, "_that I am considering the fact that we are not dressing, and that, therefore, it ought not to be some ultra-fashionable place.
You shall come to those another time if you wish.

This particular evening I want to be quiet, and this is the quietest place I know.
I leave the theatre to your choosing.

Anything will suit me, I have seen them all._" Janet watched her across the breakfast-table as she folded the letter and crumpled it into her pocket.

Their eyes met and they smiled.
"I shan't be in to dinner this evening, Mrs.Hewson," Sally said presently.
Mrs.Hewson looked up from a plate of shrimps which had been left over from the last evening's supper.

Her sharp little eyes criticized Sally.