I was waiting for a taxi, and saw you get into your car.

Now you know just why I fell over the chair." Forbes glanced up quickly.
"Don't tell me Tomlinson forgot to move that infernal chair again!" he cried.

"Really, I must get rid either of our butler or the Canaletto, yet I prize both." "Don't blame Tomlinson, Dad," laughed the girl.

"If Mr.Theydon hadn't made an unconventional entry we would have talked about the weather, or something equally stupid." At that moment Tomlinson himself, imperturbable and portly, announced that dinner was served.

The three descended the stairs, chatting lightly about the musical comedy witnessed overnight.