"Well——"
"I won't insist that you answer that."
"You spoke of wishing to meet mother?" he ventured. "You were so kind Sunday—could you—would you—visit us at home? It's not much but—it's home, you know."
"I've been waiting for you to say that," she replied. "Make it whenever you wish. I do want to meet your mother."
"Sunday—for dinner?"
"Yes."
"At three."
"At three," she repeated.
Mrs. Gallant rejoiced with him that evening over the increase in salary P. Q. had promised him. She had learned of Consuello from the talks they had each evening, when John recounted to her the events of the day.
"I'll do my best to make things nice for her," Mrs. Gallant said when John spoke to her of having invited Consuello for dinner Sunday. "It is so good of her to wish to meet me."