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The Aristocracy of pull
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"Oh,butIdid!"
"Whydidn’tyoutellmethismorning,beforeIleft?"
"Tosurpriseyou,darling."Shelaughedgaily."It’spracticallyimpossibletodragyoutoanysocialfunction,butIthoughtyoumightdoitlikethis,onthespurofthemoment,justtogooutandhaveagoodtime,asmarriedcouplesaresupposedto.Ithoughtyouwouldn’tmindit—you’vebeenstayingovernightinNewYorksooften!"
Hesawthecasualglancethrownathimfromunderthebrimofherfashionablytiltedhat.Hesaidnothing.
"Ofcourse,Iwasrunningarisk,"shesaid."Youmighthavebeentakingsomebodyouttodinner."Hesaidnothing."Orwereyou,perhaps,intendingtoreturnhometonight?"
"No."
"Didyouhaveanengagementforthisevening?"
"No."
"Fine."Shepointedathersuitcase."Ibroughtmyeveningclothes.
WillyoubetmeacorsageoforchidsthatIcangetdressedfasterthanyoucan?"
HethoughtthatDagnywouldbeatherbrother’sweddingtonight;theeveningdidnotmattertohimanylonger."I’lltakeyouout,ifyouwish,"hesaid,"butnottothatwedding."
"Oh,butthat’swhereIwanttogo!It’sthemostpreposterouseventoftheseason,andeverybody’sbeenlookingforwardtoitforweeks,allmyfriends.Iwouldn’tmissitfortheworld.