"Well what, Gilbert dear?
I wanted to have a nice little talk before lunch, that's all, and so I ventured to disturb you." "Ventured to disturb me! You're brighter than usual this morning." "Ah I?
Is that possible?
How sweet of you to say so.

Do sit down and look a little less like an avenging angel.

The sand's quite warm and dry." He kicked a little shower of it into the air.

"I don't want to sit down," he said.

"You bore me.