"Then you must come another day," she answered, brightly.

"I cannot come to-morrow," he said.

"I did not say 'to-morrow.'"

"But I'll come on Friday," he went on, decisively. She looked
concerned for an instant and then smiled.

"Lady Marnham will give you tea on Friday. I shall not be at home,"
she said.

"But I am going back to New York next week," he said, confidently.

"Next week? Are you so busy?"

"I am not anxious to return, but my man Turk says he hates London.
He says he'll leave me if I stay here a month. I can't afford to
lose Turk."

"And he can't afford to lose you. Stay, Phil; the Saxondales are
such jolly people."

"How about the tea on Friday?"

"Oh, that is no consideration."

"But it is, you know. You used to give me tea every day in the
week." He saw at once that he had gone beyond the lines, and drew