Hush! She is coming.

I suppose the croquet has been a failure." Jeanne came across to them, swinging her mallet in her hand.
"Will some one," she begged, "take our too kind host away from me?
He follows me everywhere, and I am bored.

I have played croquet with him, but he is not satisfied.

If I try to read, he comes and sits by my side and talks nonsense.

If I say I am going for a walk, he wants to come with me.