“By which you mean?”
“Well, if I must be blunt, Mr. Burton, I cannot tell you whether I would accept such an invitation until I receive it.”
“Oh, I beg your pardon,” said Raymond, and both laughed. “Miss Vane, will you honour me with your company to Crotton’s Crossing on Sunday?”
“Rather formal, but strictly correct,” commented Miss Vane. “But there is the choir——”
“Ah, yes, I had thought of that.”
“And what solution had you discovered?”
“Not any, I fear.”
“Under those circumstances it seems I will not be able——”
“Of course,” Burton admitted, “they can’t get along without you in the choir.”
“Do you think so? Well, that is too bad, because next Sunday—they’ll have to.”