'Why didn't you write to me at Cambridge?
What have you been doing this half-century ?' 'I have been in London all the time.' 'I am there most of the year.

Well, I rejoice to have met you.

On a holiday ?' 'Loitering towards Cornwall.' 'In that case, you can come and have lunch with me at my father's house.

It's only a mile or two off.

I was going to walk, but we'll drive, if you like.' There was no refusing, and no possibility of reflection.