Not one of them will sit down, till you come." "Have I been delaying you ?" asked Gabriel, turning toward the woman, with a smile that matched her own.
"I'm afraid so, just a little," she answered.

"But no matter; I'm glad.
When you get to writing, you know, nothing else matters.

One line of your verse is worth all the suppers in the world." "Nonsense!" he retorted.

"I'm a mere scribbler!" "We won't argue that point," she answered.

"But at any rate, you're done, now.