"Dinner on Thursday?"
"Thursday will do very well."
Between the third and fourth waltzes, mama said hurriedly to papa:
"Invite him to dinner."
"What day?"
"Thursday."
"All right."
Papa has behaved with admirable docility and resignation. I never saw him in such a serious rôle before. It is true that the music seemed to bewilder him so that he scarcely knew what he was doing. I felt restless, and thought: "There, now, he'll go and invite the wrong one." Nothing of the sort. He gave the invitation quite correctly, and it was accepted with enthusiasm.
We left at midnight, and before we had fairly got away from Mercerey's I said to mama:
"I see clearly that you are as anxious as possible that I should accept this man."