You shouldn't have waited.

You never ought to wait.

I'm never in at the right time." "Confound you, why aren't you then ?" burst forth Sir Beverley.

"It's easy to say you're sorry, isn't it ?" "Not always," said Piers.
He came to the old man, bent down over him, slid a boyish arm around the bent shoulders.

"Don't be waxy!" he coaxed.