The Fault of One

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"You are a day-dreamer, George. Why, I saw you at once, and I have done all I could to attract your attention. Why do you hesitate? Are you busy? Can't you come with me for a turn in the Park? It is a century since I saw you. I was only wondering this morning where you were, and why you had forgotten me. You have not been to pay me a visit for quite a year. Society and I have parted company, dear Mrs. Crawshaw, the young man said, with a faint smile. He still hesitated to get into the carriage, but, as the traffic was beginning to move on again, and she refused to let him go, he had perforce to obey."