When Crosbie returned home after this little conversation about
the baby, he was told by his wife that they were to dine with the
Gazebees on the next Sunday. On hearing this he shook his head with
vexation. He knew, however, that he had no right to make complaint,
as he had been only taken to St. John's Wood once since they had come
home from their marriage trip. There was, however, one point as to
which he could grumble. "Why, on earth, on Sunday?"
"Because Amelia asked me for Sunday. If you are asked for Sunday, you
cannot say you'll go on Monday."
"It is so terrible on a Sunday afternoon. At what hour?"
"She said half-past five."
"Heavens and earth! What are we to do all the evening?"
"It is not kind of you, Adolphus, to speak in that way of my
relations."
"Come, my love, that's a joke; as if I hadn't heard you say the same
thing twenty times. You've complained of having to go up there much
more bitterly than I ever did. You know I like your sister, and,
in his way, Gazebee is a very good fellow; but after three or four
hours, one begins to have had enough of him.
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