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I Am Invited To A Card-Party
The next night Perceval wrote asking me to dine with him at Park Lane, but I refused. I knew I had been growling to everybody about that confounded coffee- mill, and I thought that his invitation was merely a charitable attempt to make me less discontented for a night.
His man, a haughty, pasty-faced individual, who brought the invitation, took back my refusal and thanks; but came again with another note, in which Perceval wrote that it was very important he should see me, and begged me to make an appointment with him for any time after dinner that suited me, either at my flat or his house, as I pleased.
When I found that he really wanted me, I was rather disgusted with myself for having refused his invitation. However, I had done so finally. I sent word
