He was here at half-past seven.

That's very early for George, believe me.

This hospital is a long way from where he lives.

I would say that he got up at six or half-past, wouldn't you ?" "If he went to bed at all," said Thorpe, with a grim smile.
"Anyhow, it proves something, doesn't it ?" she persisted.
"Obviously.

He is still in love with you, if that's what you want me to say." "That's just what I wanted you to say," she cried, her eyes sparkling.
"Poor George! He's a dear, and I don't care who hears me say it.