I elected to walk home." "And the woodcock ?" she asked.

"I adore woodcock." He produced one from his pocket, took up her felt hat, which was lying amongst the bracken, and busied himself insinuating the pin feathers under the silk band.
"There," he said, handing it to her, "the first woodcock of the season.
We got four, and I really only accepted one in the hope that you would like it.

I shall leave it with the estimable Mills, on my return." "You must come and share it," Philippa insisted.

"Those boys of Nora's are coming in to dinner.

Your gift shall be the piece de resistance." "Then may I dine another night ?" he begged.