You will interrupt me again.' 'Which way are we going now, Mr.Widdowson ?' 'To Streatham, then on to Carshalton.

At five o'clock we will use our right as travellers, and get some innkeeper to make tea for us.

Look, the sun is trying to break through; we shall have a fine evening yet.
May I, without rudeness, say that you look better since you left that abominable place.' 'Oh, I feel better.' After keeping his look fixed for a long time on the horse's ears, Widdowson turned gravely to his companion.
'I told you about my sister-in-law.

Would you be willing to make her acquaintance ?' 'I don't feel able to do that, Mr.Widdowson,' Monica answered with decision.
Prepared for this reply, he began a long and urgent persuasion.

It was useless; Monica listened quietly, but without sign of yielding.