The Wife of Sir Isaac Harman

by H. G. Wells

“I tell you, you won’t.”

“It isn’t only a call,” said Lady Harman. “You see, I promised to go there to lunch.”

“Lunch!”

“And to go to a meeting with her.”

“Go to a meeting!”

“—of a society called the Social Friends. And something else. Oh! to go to the committee meetings of her Shakespear Dinners Movement.”

“I’ve heard of that.”

“She said you supported it—or else of course....”

Sir Isaac restrained himself with difficulty.

“Well,” he said at last, “you’d better write and tell her you can’t do any of these things; that’s all.”