“Haven’t seen it,” he answered.
“The Stanleys are always unpardonably late, but I helped Elise make out her list. On the following Friday we dine at the Westons’.”
She wrote that.
“On the following Saturday I’m to give a box party at the opera––the Moores and Warringtons.”
She added that, and looked over the list.
“And I suppose, after going to this trouble, I’ll have to remind you all over again on the day of each event.”
“Oh, I don’t know; but––” He hesitated.
“Well?” she demanded.
“Seems to me we are getting pretty gay, aren’t we?”
“Don’t talk like an old man!” she scolded. “So far, this has been a very stupid season.”