“Well, dear, it's time to think whether we shall go out again.”
“Let me see; there's the last ball. What do you say?”
“Why, I'm afraid poor papa is too tired to take us, and I don't know with whom we could go. We ought to begin packing, too I think.”
“Very well. Let us have tea quietly at home.”
“I will write a note to Tom to tell him. He has done his best for us, poor fellow, and we ought to consider him a little.”
“Oh yes, and ask him and his friend Mr. Hardy to tea, as it is the last night.”
“If you wish it, I shall be very glad; they will amuse papa.”
“Certainly, and then he will see that I bear him no malice. And now I will go and just do my hair.”
“Very well; and we will pack after they leave. How strange home will seem after all this gayety.”
“Yes, we seem to have been here a month.”