You knew it all along, while you were wasting your time over drilling your toy soldiers.

Come on, Sylvia, or I shall go without you.

Good night, Lady Barbara.

Half-past ten to-morrow, Michael." Protest was clearly useless; and, having seen the two off, Michael came upstairs again to Aunt Barbara, who had no intention of going away just yet.
"And so these are the people you have been living with," she said.

"No wonder you had not time to come and see me.