That's four.

Add Miss Twinkleton and the fairy bride that is to be, and that's six.

Add our two selves, and that's eight.

Would eight at a friendly dinner at all put you out, Ma ?' 'Nine would, Sept,' returned the old lady, visibly nervous.
'My dear Ma, I particularise eight.' 'The exact size of the table and the room, my dear.' So it was settled that way: and when Mr.Crisparkle called with his mother upon Miss Twinkleton, to arrange for the reception of Miss Helena Landless at the Nuns' House, the two other invitations having reference to that establishment were proffered and accepted.

Miss Twinkleton did, indeed, glance at the globes, as regretting that they were not formed to be taken out into society; but became reconciled to leaving them behind.
Instructions were then despatched to the Philanthropist for the departure and arrival, in good time for dinner, of Mr.Neville and Miss Helena; and stock for soup became fragrant in the air of Minor Canon Corner.
In those days there was no railway to Cloisterham, and Mr.Sapsea said there never would be.