Not that I had ever imagined she would help me; but to have her downright unfriendly at such a time would, I knew, ruin the thing totally.
For some days she would listen to nothing at all on the subject.
"It's your look-out," she said to every appeal.

"Let's see what sort of a hand you'll make of it, my beauty." I was in despair.

I longed to issue my invitations, but till Mrs Nash was "squared" it was out of the question to name the happy day.

It was evidently useless to argue the matter.

The best thing I could do was to let it alone, and allow her to imagine the scheme had been abandoned.
In this calculation I was correct.