I shall go in for bridge.

I'm not musical.' 'And which shall you do ?' asked Aylmer of Edith.

He had evidently been listening.
'Neither.' 'We'll talk then, shall we?
I can't play bridge either....

Mrs Ottley--which is your husband?
I didn't notice when you came in.' 'Over there, opposite; the left-hand corner.' 'Good-looking chap with the light moustache--next to Myra Mooney ?' 'That's it,' she said.

'He seems to be enjoying himself.