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Updated: June 29, 2025
They are connected to us by marriage, and I am not unduly proud, but still I feel that we must draw the line somewhere. I do not care to have Mopworth bragging about the place that he is on intimate terms with us." "Well," said Eliza, "there aren't such a lot of people who ever ask us to anything.
On my return I said to Eliza that, though the whole subject was distasteful to me, there was one point to which I had given a few moments' consideration. Reluctant though I was to sully my lips with the name of Mopworth, I felt it a duty to myself to say that even if the Mopworths had asked us to their annual party I should have refused point-blank. "Really?" said Eliza. This annoyed me slightly.
Mopworth, implying that we had never heard of the party. I saw from the first that the omission was a mistake." Eliza went away smiling. Women are so variable. Eliza always works me some little pretty trifle for my birthday, and always has done so since the day when I led her to the hymeneal altar. But it is not done at all as a matter of course.
And, I say, Eliza, if you meet that Mopworth woman in the street, there's no occasion for you to recognize her." "That would look as if we were terribly cut up because we hadn't been asked to their party." "Possibly. Whereas, I don't even consider it worth talking about." We discussed the Mopworths and their party for another hour and a half, and then went to bed.
I told her that Mopworth had done things which, personally, I should have been very sorry to do, and that I should be reluctant to adopt his loud style of dress. "But, of course," I added, "no gentleman ever does dress like that." Eliza said that if I intended to catch my train I had better start. I started.
It said that she had sent an invitation to Eliza but had had no reply. She hoped that we should both be able to come, and said that on the previous occasion I had been the life and soul of the party. "Well," I said, "Eliza, what would you like to do?" "Oh, I'm going!" she replied. "Then if you insist, I shall go with you. I've never had a word to say against Mrs. Mopworth.
Miss Sakers is friendly, of course, especially when there are subscriptions on for the bazaar or the new organ, but she doesn't carry it to that point." "Quite so," I said, "and I'm by no means certain about Miss Sakers. She may be all right. I hope she is. But I candidly confess that I by no means like her manner." At this moment the girl brought in a note, delivered by hand, from Mrs. Mopworth.
And so it was, though I had not been intending what the French call a double entendre at the time. I must say that both Eliza and myself felt a good deal of contempt for the Mopworths. We had known them for three years, and that gave us a claim; Peter Mopworth was a connection of Eliza's by marriage, and that also gave us a claim; further, our social position gave us a claim.
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