Then there's a dance somewhere." "Thanks very much, but I think I won't," said Michael.

"I'm rather looking forward to an evening alone." "And that's an odd thing to look forward to," remarked Francis.
"Not when you want to play the piano.

I shall have a chop here at eight, and probably thump away till midnight." Francis looked round for his hat and stick.
"I must go," he said.

"I ought to have gone long ago, but I didn't want to.

The malady came in again.