That's a completely satisfactory account.

But go on." Michael laughed.
"How can I ?" he asked.

"There's no end and no beginning.

I can't 'go on' as you order me about a thing like that.

There is Sylvia; there is me." "I must be content with that, then," she said, smiling.
"We are," said Michael.
Lady Barbara waited a moment without speaking.
"And your mother ?" she asked.
He shook his head.
"She still refuses to see me," he said.