'Not just yet.'

Ada rolled herself from the sofa, and stood yawning.

'Well, I shall go and dress. What are you people going to do? You
needn't expect any dinner. I shall have mine at a restaurant.'

'Who have you to meet?' asked Fanny, with a grimace.

Her sister disregarded the question, yawned again, and turned to
Beatrice.

'Who shall we ask to take Fan's place on Tuesday? Whoever it 15,
they'll have to pay. Those seats are selling for three guineas,
somebody told me.'

Conversation lingered about this point for a few minutes, till Mrs.
Peachey went upstairs. When the door was open, a child's crying
could be heard, but it excited no remark. Presently the other two
retired, to make themselves ready for going out. Fanny was the first
to reappear, and, whilst waiting for her sister, she tapped out a
new music-hall melody on the piano.

As they left the house, Beatrice remarked that Ada really meant to
have her dinner at Gatti's or some such place; perhaps they had
better indulge themselves in the same way.

'Suppose you give Horace Lord a hint that we've no dinner at home?
He might take us, and stand treat.'