But I must take out the note-books." "Why must you take them ?" she asked.
"Why, haven't I got to copy the notes out into longhand ?" An expression of utter consternation spread over her face; in fact, she was so completely taken aback that she forgot to release my hand.
"Heavens!" she exclaimed.

"How idiotic of me! But it is impossible, Doctor Berkeley! It will take you hours!" "It is perfectly possible, and it is going to be done; otherwise the notes would be useless.

Do you want the bag ?" "No, of course not.

But I am positively appalled.

Hadn't you better give up the idea ?" "And is this the end of our collaboration ?" I exclaimed tragically, giving her hand a final squeeze (whereby she became suddenly aware of its position, and withdrew it rather hastily).