“Why don't you come?” he persisted.
“I can't, of course. You know I can't.”
“Why not? If my company is objectionable I can go away when you come. If you dislike me I—”
“You know I don't dislike you personally.”
“I'm awfully glad of that.”
“But it's impossible. Uncle respects and is fond of Aunt Keziah, but he wouldn't hear of my visiting the parsonage.”
“But don't you think your uncle might be persuaded? I'm sure he misunderstands me, just as I should him if it weren't for Mrs. Coffin—and what you've said. Don't you think if I called on him and he knew me better it might help matters? I'll do it gladly. I will!”
“No, no. He wouldn't listen. And think of your own congregation.”
“Confound my congregation!”
“Why, Mr. Ellery!”