"Why queer? I go to church."

"Yes. But you are different. You belong to another generation,
Elizabeth, and he doesn't look it."

I knew what she meant. I had thought the same thing when I first saw him
walking up the aisle. "He has asked us to lunch with him to-morrow on
his boat."

It was the first time that I had mentioned it. Somehow I had not cared
to speak of it before Anthony.

She showed her surprise. "So soon? Doesn't that sound a
little--pushing?"

"It sounds as if he goes after a thing when he wants it."

"Yes, it does. I believe I should like to accept. But I can't to-morrow.
There's a clambake, and I have promised the crowd."

"He will ask you again."

"Will he? You can say 'yes' for Wednesday then. And I'll keep it."

"I am not sure that we had better accept."

"Why not?"

"Well, there's Anthony."