Emilia smiled. "You just told me you don't get out much," she pointed out, with a wry tone. "Would you come here more often, if you did?" Was the dance Mr. Podmore's definition of doing something for himself, in the same way it could be Emilia's? He had enough money to go to fancier events, if he wanted to — but Emilia could not imagine those events being nearly as warm and welcoming as the Irvingly Arms.