I won't force my company on anyone." Mrs.Clover made the movement which in women of her breeding signifies a formal bow--hopelessly awkward, rigid, and self-conscious--and walked rapidly away.

The man, not a little crestfallen, swung round on his heel.
"What's wrong now ?" he asked himself.

"It can t be about Minnie, for she was all right till after supper.

And why it should make her angry because I lugged that cat Polly downstairs is more than I can understand.

Well, I shan't die of it." On re-entering the house he found all quiet.