“Bring Annette to dine with us,” he said, on Martha’s proposing a visit to the dear young creature.
Martha drank a glass of her brother’s wine at lunch, and departed on the mission.
Annette declined to be brought. Her excuse was her guest, Miss Fellingham.
“Bring her too, by all means—if you’ll condescend, I am sure,” Mrs. Cavely said to Mary.
“I am much obliged to you; I do not dine out at present,” said the London lady.
“Dear me! are you ill?”
“No.”
“Nothing in the family, I hope?”
“My family?”
“I am sure, I beg pardon,” said Mrs. Cavely, bridling with a spite pardonable by the severest moralist.