“Oh, yes,” said William. “I’d like that.”
William’s face was quite expressionless as he spoke. Mrs. Brown pinched herself to make sure that she was awake.
“I expect they’ll have music and dancing and that sort of thing,” she said.
She thought, perhaps, that William had misunderstood the kind of party it would be.
William’s expressionless face did not change.
“Oh, yes,” he said pleasantly, “music an’ dancin’ will be fine.”
When Mr. Brown was told of the invitation he groaned.
“And I suppose it will take the whole day to make him go,” he said.
“No,” said Mrs. Brown eagerly. “That’s the strange part. He seems to want to go. He really does. And he seems to want to wear his Eton suit, and you know what a bother that used to be. I suppose he’s beginning to take a pride in his appearance. I think London must be civilising him.”
“Well,” said Mr. Brown, dryly, “I suppose you know best. I suppose miracles do happen.”