Remarks similar to these had been made by Thomas Buller and William Podington at least once a year for some five years.  They were old friends; they had been schoolboys together and had been associated in business since they were young men.  They had now reached a vigorous middle age; they were each married, and each had a house in the country in which he resided for a part of the year.  They were warmly attached to each other, and each was the best friend which the other had in this world.  But during all these years neither of them had visited the other in his country home.

The reason for this avoidance of each other at their respective rural residences may be briefly stated.  Mr. Buller’s country house was situated by the sea, and he was very fond of the water.  He had a good cat-boat, which he sailed himself with much judgment and skill, and it was his greatest pleasure to take his friends and visitors upon little excursions on the bay.  But Mr. Podington was desperately afraid of the water, and he was particularly afraid of any craft sailed by an amateur.  If his friend Buller would have employed a professional mariner, of years and experience, to steer and manage his boat, Podington might have been willing to take an occasional sail; but as Buller always insisted upon sailing his own boat, and took it ill if any of his visitors doubted his ability to do so properly, Podington did not wish to wound the self-love of his friend, and he did not wish to be drowned.  Consequently he could not bring himself to consent to go to Buller’s house by the sea.

To receive his good friend Buller at his own house in the beautiful upland region in which he lived would have been a great joy to Mr. Podington; but Buller could not be induced to visit him.  Podington was very fond of horses and always drove himself, while Buller was more afraid of horses than he was of elephants or lions.  To one or more horses driven by a coachman of years and experience he did not always object, but to a horse driven by Podington, who had much experience and knowledge regarding mercantile affairs, but was merely an amateur horseman, he most decidedly and strongly objected.  He did not wish to hurt his friend’s feelings by refusing to go out to drive with him, but he would not rack his own nervous system by accompanying him.  Therefore it was that he had not yet visited the beautiful upland country residence of Mr. Podington.

At last this state of things grew awkward.  Mrs. Buller and Mrs. Podington, often with their families, visited each other at their country houses, but the fact that on these occasions they were never accompanied by their husbands caused more and more gossip among their neighbors both in the upland country and by the sea.

One day in spring as the two sat in their city office, where Mr. Podington had just repeated his annual invitation, his friend replied to him thus: 

“William, if I come to see you this summer, will you visit me?  The thing is beginning to look a little ridiculous, and people are talking about it.”