"You may call next Monday—at five. Not this week."
"That's impossible. I can't. It's too dreadful. I can't wait till Monday, I can't.... Well, let me come on Tuesday, then?"
"I see. You're particularly engaged on Monday. After all, why trouble? There are so many people for you to call on!"
"If I might call to-morrow, ONCE, I'll never be engaged again! I'll never call on any one else during the whole of my natural life."
"All right," she said absently. "Call to-morrow, ONCE, as you say. Not that I ever heard of any one calling twice the same day, at least not the first day."
"Oh, Lady Chetwode, how kind of you! Did you say five? Can't you make it half-past four?"
"Very well."
"[Won't] you make it three? I beg your pardon. I'll walk up and down in front of the house strewing flowers from three till half-past four and then come in, may I? And will there be crowds of people there?"
"Well, you haven't given me much time," said Felicity. "I'll try to get up a party by to-morrow, if you wish it."
"How can you be so unkind! Do you think me very pushing—and vulgar?"