Her world had gone awry that week, and this small festivity might right it.
Not one word of the improvised dinner-party did Hart confide to Grant.

He informed the only indispensable person, Mrs.Bates, and left it at that.
Grant, a restless being these days, took him for another long walk.

It chanced that their road home led down the high-street.

The hour was a quarter past seven, and Peters hailed them.
Hart introduced the journalist, saying casually: "Jimmie is coming to dinner, Jack." "Delighted," said Grant, of course.
Peters looked slightly surprised, but passed no comment.

Then Doris and her father appeared.