"Refuse them all, Margaret; I'm tired to death
of dining out."
"Not all, I think," pleaded Margaret. "Here's that nice woman--you
remember--who wanted to thank Mr. Ashe for what he'd done for her son.
You promised to dine with her."
"Did I?" Kitty wriggled with annoyance. "Well, then, I suppose we must.
What did William do for her? When I ask him to do something for the
nicest boys in the world, he won't lift a finger."
"I gave him some introductions in Berlin," laughed Ashe. "What you
generally want me to do, Kitty, is to stuff the public service with
good-looking idiots. And there I really can't oblige you."
"Every one knows that corruption gets the best men," said Kitty. "Hullo,
what's that?" and she lifted a dinner-card, and looked at it strangely.
"My dear Kitty! when did it come?" exclaimed Margaret French, in dismay.
It was a dinner-card, whereby Lord and Lady Parham requested the honor
of Mr. and Lady Kitty Ashe's company at dinner, on a date somewhere
within the first week of July.
Ashe bent over to look at it.
"I think that came ten days ago," he said, quietly. "I imagined Kitty
accepted it.
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