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Lander, however, was still more averse from matrimony than his master, at least with the African beauty; and although a frequent invitation was sent to him, yet he very politely declined the acceptance of it, and therefore, as far as the Europeans were concerned, the widow remained without a husband. Lander gives us no very flattering account of the character of the inhabitants.
"Sybil told me. He invited her. I refused to allow her to accept the invitation." "And what did Sybil say?" "She was naturally a little disappointed, of course, but she did as I requested." "I wonder she didn't pack her things and go straight off." "My dear Ruth!" "That is what I should have done." "You don't know what you are saying." "Oh? Do you think I should let Kirk dictate to me like that?"
"When it is a matter of our skins," he said, "I think we have a right to be inquisitive, and I think we had better have a little chat, Monsieur Peyrolles." As he spoke he made a noble flourish of his right arm that was distinctly an invitation to Peyrolles to seat himself in their company, and Passepoil, rising with an air of great urbanity, placed a stool before Peyrolles.
But there it is. And so I hate to see a relation of my own I count Rosamund as a relation now standing out against her." "There's no reason to think she's doing that." An expression that seemed to be of pity flitted over Daventry's intelligent face, and he slightly raised his eyebrows. "Anyhow, we won't bother you with another dinner invitation," he said. And so the conversation ended.
Suppose, now, you are a society lady, or a society man, and you have accepted an invitation from a woman friend to motor out to her country place and dine and spend the night and suppose when the day arrives, you are offered a box at the opera, that night, to hear Caruso?
So she declined the invitation, stating that she was very anxious to visit some friends in Baltimore and would take this opportunity to do so, going by a later train. Neil Stewart did not press his invitation. He wanted Mrs. Harold and the girls to himself for a time and knowing that it would be his last opportunity to see them for many months, resolved to make the most of it.
The procurator, seeing he was going, invited him to dinner an invitation which the Musketeer refused with a majestic air. Mme. Coquenard repaired trembling to the cloister of St. Magloire, for she guessed the reproaches that awaited her there; but she was fascinated by the lofty airs of Porthos.
"Perhaps you would better wait until to-morrow morning, however," he suggested; "for, on thinking the matter over, you may find that you prefer to accept the invitation after all." He was examining the rest of his mail, and she considered his proposition for a moment before replying to it.
"I'd ask you over, too, dear, if there weren't so many others coming. I don't know where we're going to put them. You understand, don't you?" "Perfectly," said her sister-in-law, smiling. "But I've been counting on Hetty." "I say, Sara," broke in Leslie, "you COULD go up to Bar Harbour with the Williamsons at that time. Tell her about the invitation, Vivie."
"Would you mind excusing me, sir?" said Frank. "Yes, very much. Nonsense! You must be quite hungry by now." "No: I was; but it's all gone." "Hah!" said the captain, gripping him by the shoulder; "you're your father's own boy, Frank. I like that, but I can't have it. You accepted the invitation, and I want you, my lad. Never mind Andrew Forbes; he only requires time to cool down.
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