She is very kind to me and asks me up to the Grange, that's her place, to smoke a cigarette when I've done my work; indeed, whenever I care to go.

Sometimes we talk, sometimes I wander about the garden.

She regards me as something between an orphan child and a freak of nature; to her, an author is a kind of imbecile which is to be humoured and cossetted.

Well, so long! Shall I tell you what you'll do for the rest of the evening?
Yes, I will tell you, whether you want me to do so or not.

You will sit here and moon----" Derrick reached for Reggie's empty tumbler and made a feint of throwing it at him, and Reggie went off, laughing.
If he did not sit in the same place all the evening, certainly Derrick "mooned," as Reggie had prophesied.