Very kind of you, I'm shaw.

I appreciate your eagerness to do something for me in your own little home.

As you say, a reception WOULD renew my acquaintanceship with many old friends--but I'm shaw you won't mind my mentioning that I don't find much inspiration in these provincials.

I really must ask you not to press me.

An artist's time is not her own, though of course I could hardly expect you to understand----" Thus Alice illuminated the dull time; but she retired from the interview with her father still manfully displaying an outward cheerfulness, while depression grew heavier within, as if she had eaten soggy cake.