"He could, more than anyone," I said; "but I don't know if he would."
"I'll see about that."
"Now, Harold," cried Eustace in dismay, "don't spoil everything by offending him. Just suppose he should not send us the invitation!"
"No great harm done."
Eustace was incoherent in his wrath and horror, and Harold, too much used to his childish selfishness to feel the annoyance, answered, "I am not you."
"But if you offend him?"
"Never fear, Eu, I'll take care you don't fare the worse."
And as he lighted his candle he added to poor Eustace's discomfiture by the shocking utterance under his beard:
"You are welcome to him for me, if you can stand such an old bore."