Come on Friday, if you can.

You don't mind meeting Mr.Van Torp, do you?
He is our neighbour, you remember.' The question was addressed to Margaret, who made a slight movement and unconsciously glanced at Logotheti before she answered.
'Not at all,' she said.
'There's a reason for asking him when there are other people.

I'm not divorced after all--you had not heard?
It will be in the _Times_ to-morrow morning.

The Patriarch of Constantinople turns out to be a very sensible sort of person.' 'He's my uncle,' observed Logotheti.
'Is he?
But that wouldn't account for it, would it?
He refused to believe what my husband called the evidence, and dismissed the suit.
As the trouble was all about Mr.Van Torp my father wants people to see him at Craythew.

That's the story in a nutshell, and if any of you like me you'll be nice to him.' She leaned back in her corner of the little sofa and looked first at one and then at the other in an inquiring way, but as if she were fairly sure of the answer.
'Every one likes you,' said Logotheti quietly, 'and every one will be nice to him.' 'Of course,' chimed in Margaret.
She could say nothing else, though her intense dislike of the American millionaire almost destroyed the anticipated pleasure of her visit to Derbyshire.
'I thought it just as well to explain,' said Lady Maud.
She was still pale, and in spite of her perfect outward coolness and self-reliance her eyes would have betrayed her anxiety if she had not managed them with the unconscious skill of a woman of the world who has something very important to hide.