Everything seems to be slipping away from me.

I can smell the supper cooking in my little kitchen at Clematis Villa.

Delicious! My God, I can't bear it any longer! Here goes!" He took a bean from his pocket with trembling fingers and swallowed it.
Then he leaned back in his chair for several moments with closed eyes.
When he opened them again, an expression of intense relief was upon his face.
"I am coming back already," he declared faintly.

"Thank Heavens! Mr.
Waddington, your room is charming, sir.

Japanese prints, too! I had no idea that you were interested in them.