“He'd think a great deal more of an invitation to your reception.”
“But you don't understand. You never think of Evelyn's future. We are asking people that we think she ought to know.”
“Well, Burnett is a very agreeable fellow.”
“Fiddlesticks! He is nothing but a law clerk. Worse than that, he is a magazine writer.”
“I thought you liked his essays and stories.”
“So I do. But you don't want to associate with everybody you like that way. I am talking about society. You must draw the line somewhere. Oh, I forgot Fogg—Dr. LeRoy Fogg, from Pittsburg.” And down went the name of Fogg.
“You mean that young swell whose business it is to drive a four-in-hand to Yonkers and back, and toot on a horn?”
“Well, what of that? Everybody who is anybody, I mean all the girls, want to go on his coach.”
“Oh, Lord! I'd rather go on the Elevated.” And Mavick laughed very heartily, for him. “Well, I'll make a compromise. You take Fogg and I'll take Burnett. He is in a good firm, he belongs to a first-rate club, he goes to the Hunts' and the Scammels', I hear of him in good places. Come.”
“Well, if you make a point of it. I've nothing against him. But if you knew the feelings of a mother about her only daughter you would know, that you cannot be too careful.”