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"We like it," said King, twiddling his fingers behind his back.
"Humble but homelike."
"Mrs. Blithers has been planning to come over for some time, Mrs.
King. I told her she oughtn't to put it off--be neighbourly, don't
you know. That's me. I'm for being neighbourly with my neighbours.
But women, they--well, you know how it is, Mrs. King. Always
something turning up to keep 'em from doing the things they want to
do most. And Mrs. Blithers has so many sociable obli--I beg pardon?"
"I was just wondering if you would stay and have dinner with us, Mr.
Blithers," said she, utterly helpless. She wouldn't look her husband
in the eye--and it was quite fortunate that she was unable to do so,
for it would have resulted in a laughing duet that could never have
been explained.
"Why," said Mr. Blithers, arising and looking at his watch again,
"bless my soul, it is _past_ dinner time, isn't it? I had no
idea it was so late. 'Pon my soul, it's good of you, Mrs. King. You
see, we have dinner at seven up at Blitherwood and--I declare it's
half-past now.


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