"Philippa and I went and sat up in the woods." Philippa, who was standing by the fire, turned and looked at her husband critically.
"We have some men dining," she said.

"They will be out in a few minutes.
Don't you think you had better go and make yourself presentable?
You smell of fish, and you look as though you hadn't shaved for a week." "Guilty, my dear," Sir Henry admitted.

"Mills is just getting me something to eat in the gun room, and then I am going to have a bath and change my clothes." "And shave, Dad," Nora reminded him.
"And shave, you young pest," her father agreed, patting her on the shoulder.

"Run away and play billiards with Helen.

I want to talk to your mother until my dinner's ready." Nora acquiesced promptly.
"Come along, Helen, I'll give you twenty-five up.