As I say: Why can't things always go on as they are?
They are as they were, and they were as they will be, if only people wouldn't bother.

However, I am certain nothing could go far wrong when YOU are anywhere near." Myra flicked the leader, who was inclined to "sugar," and they flew along between the high hedges, brushing lightly against overhanging masses of honeysuckle and wild clematis.

Jane snatched a spray of the clematis, in passing.

"'Traveller's joy,'" she said, with that same quiet smile of glad anticipation, and put the white blossom in her buttonhole.
"Well," continued Lady Ingleby, "my house party is going on quite satisfactorily.

Oh, and, Jane, there seems no doubt about Dal.