Coelebs by Ethel Mills

The residents of Moresby -- by which is usually understood not the bulk of the community, but that select portion which gathers in the drawing-rooms and about the tables of its social equals -- were moved to a mild and almost pained surprise at being hospitably bidden to dine at the Hall within a month of the Chadwicks' arrival. This was, Moresby recognised with chill ingratitude, a grave breach of social etiquette. Plainly it was the duty of Moresby to show hospitality to the new-comers and then accept in return whatever the Hall saw fit to offer in acknowledgment of its welcome.

But Mrs Chadwick, who needed no precedent in anything she wished to do, was not prepared to wait on Moresby hospitality, which, she rightly guessed, would be slow in asserting itself. She wanted to gather her new neighbours together, and she did not mind in the least whether or no they invited her back to their houses. As soon, therefore, as they had called and she had returned the calls, she asked them to dine; and despite the general feeling of perturbed wonder which this unexpected invitation occasioned, no one -- their numbers were but four, because Moresby had its limitations -- declined.