'I never ask people that I hope will refuse.'
'Ask and hope they will come! Don't you think you and I could stand Prudentia for a week?'
Wych Hazel glanced at him from under her eyelashes. 'I can stand most things,' she said, 'that you can. But you must write the letter.'
'Must I? Would you like to state the reason?'
'Hard to state euphoniously. BecauseIdo not mean to do it!'
Dane laughed. 'It will not save you from the consequences,' he said; 'however'
Hazel raised her brows a little. 'You are forewarned,' she said.
'Then probably you will wish to accept all these invitations?'
'I do not precisely catch the connection of the argument.'
'I thought you seemed to be pining for variety,' she said with a laugh. 'So I propose, for to-morrow and next day and the day after,a breakfast, a wedding, three kettledrums, a dinner, two receptions, and a ball.'
'Abgeschlagen' responded Dane, going on with his dinner.