"It's only that you make me a little nervous with your account of all the people who are going to tumble in.

And there's one thing more," he quickly went on; "I just want to make the point in case we should be interrupted.

The whole fun is in seeing you this way alone." "Is THAT the point ?" Nanda, as he took breath, gravely asked.
"That's a part of it--I feel it, I assure you, to be charming.

But what I meant--if you'd only give me time, you know, to put in a word--is what for that matter I've already told you: that it almost spoils my pleasure for you to keep reminding me that a bit of luck like this--luck for ME: I see you coming!--is after all for you but a question of business.

Hang business! Good--don't stab me with that paper-knife.