I wish they were not expecting you out at Eugenia's to dinner.

I'd take you back with me.

I have prepared quite a company spread, things that you especially like." "There's a telephone out to the place," he suggested.

"I could easily let them know if I missed my train, and I could easily miss it--if my invitation were pressing enough." "Then _do_ miss it," she insisted, smiling up at him so cordially that he laughed and said in a complacent tone, "We'll consider it done.

I'll telephone Eugenia from the station, that I'll not be out till morning.
Really," he added a moment later, "it will be more like a sure-enough home-coming to come back to you and that little chatterbox of a Mary than to go out to my brother's.