Much interested, he had lingered till the other guests were
gone; and now there was nobody upon the porch but Miss Weyland's mother
and grandmother, who sat at the further end of it, the eyes of both, did
Mr. Queed but know it, upon him.
"Why don't you come to see me sometimes?" the daughter and granddaughter
was saying sweetly. "I think you will have to come now, for this was a
party, and a party calls for a party-call. Oh, can you make as clever a
pun as that?"
"Thank you--but I never pay calls."
"Oh, but you are beginning to do a good many things that you never did
before."
"Yes," he answered with curious depression. "I am."
"Well, don't look so glum about it. You mustn't think that any change in
your ways of doing is necessarily for the worse!"
He refused to take up the cudgels; an uncanny thing from him. "Well! I
am obliged to you for inviting me here to-day. It has been interesting
and--instructive."
"And now you have got us all neatly docketed on your sociological
operating table, I suppose?"
"I am inclined to think," he said slowly, "that it is you who have got
me on the operating table again.
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