I found the Continent slow, so I went to America.

Nothing moving there, so I came back here.

Can you give me breakfast ?" Ayre rang the bell, and ordered a new breakfast; as he did so he took up Morewood's letter and put it in his pocket.
Eugene went on talking with gay affectation about his American experiences.

Only when he was through his breakfast did he approach home topics.
"Well, how's everybody ?" Ayre waited for a more definite question.
"Seen the Territons lately ?" "Not very.

Haven't you ?" "No.