I'm looking after my old people.

That's my department.

What I want you to do is just to listen to what I am saying and then hustle around.

I can fill up your time all right by myself." Her father may be a soap-boiler, her grandmother may have gone out charing.
"That's all right," she says to her Ambassador: "They're not coming.

You just take my card and tell the King that when he's got a few minutes to spare I'll be pleased to see him." And the extraordinary thing is that, a day or two afterwards, the invitation arrives.
A modern writer has said that "I'm Murrican" is the _Civis Romanus sum_ of the present-day woman's world.