With the idea of calling the attention of Mr.Chalk to the pleasing results of a little firmness he placed his foot upon that gentleman's toe and bore heavily.
"Best place for you," he said to Mrs.Chalk.

"There's no place like home for ladies.

You can have each other to tea every day if you like.

In fact, there's no reason----" he paused and looked at his wife, half doubtful that he was conceding too much--"there's no reason why you shouldn't sleep at each other's sometimes." He helped himself to some cake and, rendered polite by good-nature, offered some to Mrs.Chalk.
"Mind, I shall not go unless Mrs.Stobell goes," said the latter, waving the plate away impatiently; "that I am determined upon." Mr.Chalk, feeling that appearances required it, ventured on a mild--a very mild--remonstrance.
"And he," continued Mrs.Chalk, sternly, indicating her husband with a nod, "doesn't go without me--not a single step, not an inch of the way." Mr.Chalk collapsed and sat staring at her in dismay.

Mr.Stobell, placing both hands on the table, pushed his chair back and eyed her disagreeably.
"It seems to me----" he began.
"I know," said Mrs.Chalk, speaking with some rapidity--"I know just how it seems to you.