"Come round and have a chat sometime," said Swazey, in a thoroughly natural way.
"Why, sure; like to," said Stover bluffly, which, of course was the only thing to say.
"To-night?"
"Sorry; I'm busy to-night," said Stover. Swazey, of course, being a grind, did not realize the abhorrent, almost sacrilegious, social break he was making in inviting him on his society evening.
"To-morrow, then?"
"Why, yes; to-morrow."
"I haven't been very sociable in not asking you before," said Swazey, in magnificent incomprehension, "but I'd really like to have you."
"Why, thankee."
Stover, entrapped, received the invitation with perfect gravity, although resolved to find some excuse.