I really have rather an important appointment this afternoon." "An appointment!" she grumbled.

"You are in London for so short a time and you seem to be keeping appointments all the while.

I sha'n't let you go unless you tell me what it's about." "I have to inspect a new pattern of camp bedstead," he explained calmly.
"If I may, I will telephone directly I am free and see if you are at liberty." She shrugged her shoulders but gave him a pleasant little nod as he stepped into the taxi.
"Sober old stick, Thomson," her brother observed, as they started off.
"I didn't like his pulling me up like that but I expect he was right." "I don't see what business it was of his and I think it was rather horrid of him," Olive declared.

"As though Gerry or I mattered!" "A chap like Thomson hasn't very much discretion, you see," Ralph Conyers remarked.

"You'll have to wake him up a bit, Gerry, if you mean to get any fun out of life." There was just the faintest look of trouble in Geraldine's face.