But he will not listen.
Therefore it was that on the Saturday he left us after lunch, saying he would go round to that shop and get one of those cushions for his aunt.
He said he would not be long, and suggested our waiting for him.
We waited for what seemed to me rather a long time.

When he rejoined us he was empty handed, and looked worried.

We asked him where his cushion was.

He said he hadn't got a cushion, said he had changed his mind, said he didn't think his aunt would care for a cushion.

Evidently something was amiss.