‘Don’t say so. I am so much obliged to you for letting me try. It is more like being at home with you,’ murmured Violet, turning away; but her voice as well as the glass betrayed her tearful eyes, and Theodora’s sensation was a reward for her pride having slumbered and allowed her to accept a service.
Mr. Fotheringham came to dinner that he might go with them to the party. As they were drinking coffee before setting out, Mrs. Finch’s invitation was mentioned.
‘You had better leave your card for her, Percy,’ said Theodora. He made no answer.
‘Will you dine with us first and go?’ said Violet.
Thank you; I do not mean to visit them.’
‘No!’ exclaimed Theodora. ‘They are connections!’
‘The more cause for avoiding them.’
‘I have promised to introduce you.’
‘I am afraid you reckoned without your host.’
‘Ha!’ cried Arthur, ‘the lion is grown coquettish with fine feeding. He is not easy of leading.’