I don't look the sort of chap that could write a novel, do I?
You would have said I was attempting the impossible, like Adrian.

You and Barbara would have been scared to death and you would have put me off." Franklin came from the house.

Luncheon was on the table.

We hurried to the dining-room.

Jaffery sat down before a gigantic crab.
"Is it all right ?" he asked.
"Doria has interceded for you," said Barbara.