If it hadn't been for us, she and Adrian would never have met." "That I admit," I interrupted.

"But having started on the path of crime we're not bound to pursue it to the end." "You're simply horrid!" she cried.

"We've talked for years of the sad story of these two poor young things, and now, when there's a chance of their marrying, you say you don't care a bit!" "My dear," said I, rising, "what with you and Adrian and a bumble-bee and the child and two white mice, and now Doria, my morning's work is ruined.

Let us go out into the garden and watch the starlings resting in the walnut trees.

Incidentally we might discuss Doria and Adrian." "Now you're talking sense," said Barbara.
So we went into the garden--and discussed the formation next autumn of a new rose-bed.
* * * * * By the afternoon train came Adrian, impeccably vestured and feverish with excitement.