People tire of the constant revision of plate, linen, and china.
Mrs.Jawleyford, on the other hand, was a very rough-and-ready sort of woman, never put out of her way; and though she constantly preached the old doctrine that girls 'are much better single than married,' she was always on the look-out for opportunities of contradicting her assertions.
She was an Irish lady, with a pedigree almost as long as Jawleyford's, but more compressible pride, and if she couldn't get a duke, she would take a marquis or an earl, or even put up with a rich commoner.
The perusal, therefore, of Sponge's letter, operated differently upon her to what it did upon her husband, and though she would have liked a little more time, perhaps, she did not care to take him as they were.

Jawleyford, however, resisted violently.

It would be most particularly inconvenient to him to receive company at that time.

If Mr.Sponge had gone through the whole three hundred and sixty-five days in the year, he could not have hit upon a more inconvenient one for him.

Besides, he had no idea of people writing in that sort of a way, saying they were coming, without giving him the chance of saying no.