she's my mother.

Perhaps to you, Edith, it seems a rather old-fashioned idea, and I daresay you think it's rot, but to me there's something very sacred about the idea of a mother.' He lit a cigarette and looked in the glass.
'Yes, dear.

Then, don't you think we really ought to have kept our promise to dine with her?
She'll probably be looking forward to it.

I daresay she's asked one or two people she thinks we like, to meet us.' 'Circumstances alter cases, Edith.

If it comes to that, Aylmer Ross has got two or three people coming to dine with him whom he thinks we might like.