It will all work out somehow.
Now sit down by the fire and let's talk.

We've got nearly an hour and twenty minutes and you can smoke if you like.

I learnt to in Egypt," and she took a cigarette from the mantelpiece and lit it.
That hour and twenty minutes went like a flash, for we had so much to say to each other that we never even got to the things we wanted to say.
For instance, I began to tell her about King Solomon's Mines, which was a long story; and she to tell me what happened after we parted on the shores of the Red Sea.

At least the first hour and a quarter went, when suddenly the door opened and Alfred in a somewhat frightened voice announced--"Mr.and Mrs.Atterby-Smith, the Misses Atterby-Smith and Mr.
Atterby-Smith junior." Then he caught sight of his mistress's eye and fled.
I looked and felt inclined to do likewise if only there had been another door.

But there wasn't and that which existed was quite full.