But Mr.Wharton did not love him, and they were not friends.

Perhaps neither did Mrs.Roby love him very ardently.

She was at any rate almost always willing to leave her own house to come to the Square, and on such occasions Mr.
Roby was always willing to dine at the Nimrod, the club which it delighted him to frequent.
Mr.Wharton, on entering his own house, met his son on the staircase.
"Do you dine at home to-day, Everett ?" "Well, sir; no, sir.

I don't think I do.

I think I half promised to dine with a fellow at the club." "Don't you think you'd make things meet more easily about the end of the year if you dined oftener here, where you have nothing to pay, and less frequently at the club, where you pay for everything ?" "But what I should save you would lose, sir.