"I do," Gilly rejoined. "Ask her right off--get it off your mind! It doesn't matter a hang, because she's sure to refuse you." He smiled at his brother across the table--a table spread by that brother's bounty--in a fat and comfortable fashion. Billy preserved his temper with some difficulty. "Purely for the sake of argument, assume that I am a person whom she might possibly accept." "Can't. There are limits to hypothesis, beyond which discussion is unprofitable. I merely ask you to note how much time and worry you'll be saved if you adopt my suggestion." "You'll look a particular fool if I do--and she says yes." "Are you quite sure they brought the claret you ordered, Billy?--What's that you said?" "I'm sure it's the claret, and I'm sure you're an idiot!" Billy crossly retorted. His journey to London, to say nothing of a decidedly expensive lunch, brought poor Billy no comfort and no enlightenment, since he refused his brother's plan without hesitation. His problem became no less harassing when brought into contact with Mrs. Belfield's problem at Halton. She also discussed it at lunch, Harry being an absentee, and Andy Hayes the only other guest. She had forgotten by now that a similar question had once arisen about Andy himself; his present position would have made the memory seem ridiculous; it had become indisputably equal to dinner at Halton, even in Mrs. Belfield's most conservative eyes. "I have written the note you wished me to, my dear," she remarked to her husband. "To Miss Flower, you know, for Wednesday night. And I apologized for my informality in not having called, and said that I hoped Miss--Miss--well, the friend, you know, would come too." "Thank you, my dear, thank you." Belfield sounded really grateful; the struggle had, in fact, been rather more severe than he had anticipated. "It's not that I'm a snob," the lady went on, now addressing herself to Billy Foot, "or prejudiced, or in any way illiberal. Nobody could say that of me. But it's just that I doubt how far it's wise to attempt to mix different sections of society. I mean whether there's not a certain danger in it. You see what I mean, Mr. Foot?" Belfield winked covertly at Andy; both had some suspicion of Billy's feelings, and were maliciously enjoying the situation. "Oh yes, Mrs. Belfield, I--er--see what you mean, of course. In ordinary cases there might be--yes--a sort of--well, a sort of danger to--to--well, to something we all value, Mrs. Belfield. But in this case I don't think--" "So Mr. Belfield says. But then he's always so adventurous." Belfield could not repress a snigger; Andy made an unusually prolonged use of his napkin; Billy was rather red in the face. Mrs. Belfield gazed at Billy, not at all understanding his feelings, but thinking that he was looking very warm. "Well, Harry's engaged!" she added with a sigh of thanksgiving. Billy grew redder still; the other two welcomed an opportunity for open laughter.