"After a hot day there is often a cool evening.

Will you stop and dine, Lord--I mean, Michael ?" "Please; certainly!" said Michael.
"Then I hope there will be something for you to eat.

Sylvia, is there something to eat?
No doubt you will see to that, darling.

I shall just rest upstairs for a little before dinner, and perhaps finish my book.

So pleased you are stopping." She drifted towards the studio door, in thistledown fashion catching at corners a little, and then moving smoothly on again, talking gently half to herself, half to the others.
"And Hermann's not in yet, but if Lord--I mean, Michael, is going to stop here till dinnertime, it won't matter whether Hermann comes in in time to dress or not, as Michael is not dressed either.