"Quite so," said Mr. Seton.
"How is your aunt?" Elizabeth asked him.
"Poorly, Miss Seton; indeed I may say very poorly. She has been greatly tried by neuralgia these last few days."
"I'm so sorry. I hope to look in to see her one day this week."
"Do so, Miss Seton; a visit from you will cheer Aunt Isa, I know. By the way, Miss Seton, I would like to discuss our coming Social Evening with you, if I may."
"Yes. Would Thursday evening suit you?"
"No, Miss Seton. I'm invited to a cup of tea on the Temperance Question on Thursday."
"I see. Well, Saturday?"
"That would do nicely. What hour is most convenient, Miss Seton?"
"Eight—eight-thirty; just whenever you can come."