You must come and dine with me this evening, and we will talk it over.

Perhaps, I can help you.

I want to show you my little home, and I have the finest boy in the world." At the tone of cordial sincerity in his voice, Keith softened.

He laid his hand on the back of Norman's and closed it tightly.
"I knew I could always count on you, and I meant, of course, to come and see you.

The reason I have not come before I will explain to you sometime.