“I wish I had asked them to stay on to dinner,” she said when they had gone.
“I wish you had,” said the Doctor, accustomed to her after thoughts.
“Why didn’t you suggest it?”
“I was not sure that it would be agreeable to you, Mary.”
“Humph!” she said. Then critically, “Hester is extraordinarily pretty—and what an air! She’s almost conspicuous. How is your scheme about Kenneth getting on?”
“It is not a ‘scheme,’ Mary. I wish you would not express it just that way. And I have concluded I am not the right person to go in for match-making. Think no more about it.”
“Humph!” she said again.
“I doubt if either of the girls will care to marry,” he volunteered.
“Girls are queer,” she said sententiously.
“Are they?” he rejoined wearily. “I do not think I know.”