How delightful if you knocked at my door some day, when you and Mr.Widdowson are again calling on your friends.' Monica smiled, and her eyes wandered restlessly.
'You have been away--out of England ?' she next said.
'Yes; in Italy.' 'I envy you.' 'You have never been there ?' 'No--not yet.' He talked a little of the agreeables and disagreeables of life in that country.

But Mrs.Widdowson had become irresponsive; he doubted at length whether she was listening to him, so, as Miss Haven stepped this way, he took an opportunity of a word aside with his cousin.
'Miss Nunn not at home ?' 'No.

Won't be till dinner-time.' 'Quite well ?' 'Never was better.

Would you care to come back and dine with us at half-past seven ?' 'Of course I should.' With this pleasant prospect he took his leave.

The afternoon being sunny, instead of walking straight to the station, to return home, he went out on to the Embankment, and sauntered round by Chelsea Bridge Road.