He stepped forward, took her hand, and held it very tightly.
"Goodness! But I have been impatient for you to come!" he cried.
"I'm not late," she said in her low, sweet, rather drawling voice.
He let go of her hand and said: "I don't know how it is, but I've been as restless as a cat all the morning.

I'm never sure that you will be able to come; and the uncertainty worries me." "But you saw me for three hours yesterday," she said, moving forward.
"Yesterday ?" he said, falling into step with her.

"Yesterday is a thousand years away.

I wasn't sure that you'd come today." "Why shouldn't I come ?" she said.
"Loudwater might have got to know of it and stopped you coming." "Fortunately he doesn't take enough interest in my doings.

Of course, if I didn't turn up at a meal, he'd make a fuss, though why he should make such a point of our having all our meals together I can't conceive.