"Why didn't you tell me ?" "I would have asked you to dinner, but you will never come.

As for At Home cards I never dream of sending them to you.

It is a waste of precious half-penny stamps." "You might have written me a nice little letter about nothing at all," I suggested.
"For you to say 'What is that woman worrying me with her silly letters for ?' I know what you men are." She looked arch.
This is precisely what I should have said.

As I am not an inventive liar, I could only smile feebly.

I am never at my ease with Aunt Jessica.