“What would Marie Dresser do to me if I didn’t invite him?”
“He doesn’t care for her——”
“Oh, yes, he does. Why, last winter he seemed to be on the point of asking her to marry him. Everybody expected the announcement any day.”
“Last winter and this summer are two different propositions.”
“She’ll get mightily undeceived, then. Whom else are you asking?”
“Stevens Cathcart.”
The doctor groaned. “Is this a dose you’re fixing for me? I’m going to be too busy—I can’t come.”
“Very well,” said Juliet placidly. She was sewing, upon the porch, and the doctor sat on the step.
He looked up with a grimace. “I suppose you think I’ll be out on the next train after the rest arrive.”