"I'm sure you have many things to attend to." Blakely's mother who had been standing like one in a dream, now woke up.
"Yes," she said, "I must be going.

I called informally on Elizabeth to beg you both to come to my dinner to-night." "I told her we couldn't possibly come," I began.

"Nonsense! Of course we can come," Dad declared.

"It will quite upset Blakely if you don't come, and I shall be so disappointed." "There, there," said Dad, "you're not going to disappoint Blakely's mother by refusing." "No," I replied.

"If Mrs.Porter really wants us we shall be delighted to come." "If either of you fails me it will make me most unhappy," she said, and there was a note of sincerity, in her voice that was unmistakable.
"Thank you," I murmured.