'Please do as I tell you.

It isn't my fault, and I don't see why you should pay no heed to me all at once.
Will you attend to me, Mr.Keene ?' 'What do you wish me to do ?' he asked, only half turning.
'To go and see Mrs.Mutimer in the garden, and accept her invitation to dinner.' 'I haven't got a dress-suit,' he groaned.
'No matter.

If you go away I'll never speak to you again, and you know you wouldn't like that.' He gazed at her miserably--his face was one which lent itself to a miserable expression, and the venerable appearance of his frockcoat and light trousers filled in the picture of mishap.
'Have you been joking with me ?' 'No, I've been telling you the truth.

But that's no reason why you should break loose all at once.

Please do as I tell you; go to the garden now and stop to dinner.