going on a wedding trip, we must live in retirement for a month. I had Fashion on my side, thank goodness.
"To-night!" I exclaimed aghast.
"Why not?"
"It is not usual, Arthur. Why c-can't we have a nice l-little dinner alone?"
"Nonsense. It is perfectly proper to ask one's parents and most intimate friends to the house, I am sure. Elsie, I cannot put Captain Dillington off. You—you do not want me to do so."
He appealed to me. What could I say! I felt that an untruth would be the only thing that would please him. If I told the truth it would be to the effect that I hated Captain Dillington at all times, and my hatred was, if possible, intensified, just now.
"No, no," I said, choking down a little sob, "don't put him off. When d-did you invite him, Arthur?"
"When?"
"Yes, when?"
"Last night."
