I really do not mind.

I can get a 'bus to the door, there and back again." "I am not tired," he declared.

"To tell you the truth, I scarcely know what it is to be tired.

I shall go with you, of course." She looked at him with a momentary admiration of his powerful frame, his strong, forceful face.
"It seems too bad," she remarked, "after a long day's work to drag you out again." He smiled.
"I really like to come," he assured her.

"Besides," he added, after a moment's pause, "I like to hear you sing." "I wonder if you mean that ?" she asked, looking at him curiously.