You haven't been here long enough to have any engagements, and it always puts your uncle in such a good temper to hear that you are coming." Jane shook her head.
"Sorry, aunt," she regretted, "but I am dining with the Temperleys.

I met Diana in Bond Street this morning." "Thursday, then." "I am keeping Thursday for--a friend.

Saturday I am free." "Saturday we are going into the country," her aunt said, a little ungraciously.

"Heaven knows what for! Your uncle hates shooting and always catches cold if he gets his feet wet." Tallente unwillingly held out his hand to his hostess.

He seemed to have no alternative but to make his adieux.