Our people at home, your uncle Arthur, I mean, and your cousins, and all well-bred folk, do not allow class distinctions to limit friendship.

Friends are chosen on purely personal grounds of real worth and--well, congeniality." "Would Uncle Arthur, or rather, Aunt Alicia have Annette to dinner, for instance ?" demanded Patricia.
"Certainly not," said her mother promptly.
"She would not do anything to embarrass Annette," said her father.
"Oh, Dad, what a funk.

That is quite unworthy of you." "Would she be asked here now to dinner ?" said Rupert.

"I mean," he added in some confusion, "would it be, ah, suitable?
You know what I mean." "She has been here.

Don't you remember, Mamma?
She was often here.