Mr.Chetwode," she continued, turning to him, "it is my wish to finish showing you my treasures.

Therefore, will you wait here, please, for a short time, while I go and start another bridge table?
I shall return quite soon.

Come, Samuel." Mr.Weatherley coughed.

He seemed unwilling to leave Arnold behind.
"I dare say young Chetwode would like a hand at bridge himself, my dear," he protested.
"Mr.Chetwode shall have one later on," she promised.

"I think that very likely he will play at my table.