“I suppose,” said Mrs. Hilary, “that you’ll drive back with the Micklehams?”
“Unless you want me,” said I, keeping a watchful eye on the matron.
“Oh, I don’t want you,” said Mrs. Hilary lightly.
“You won’t be alone this evening?” I asked anxiously.
Mrs. Hilary stared a little.
“O, no!” she said. “We shall have our usual party.”
“May I come one day next week?” I asked humbly.
Mrs. Hilary thought for a moment.
“I’m so busy next week—come the week after,” said she, giving me her hand.
“That’s very unkind,” said I.