If Essington had mentioned that sooner, I don't know that I'd have been so keen about the notion.

Hang it! I'll have to chuck the Morrells' dance.

And I can't go with the Greys to Ranelagh.

I can't even dine with my own aunt on Sunday.

Oh, the devil!" The perturbed young peer waved his umbrella and climbed into a hansom.
"Well, anyhow, I can still go on seeing Connie.