He nearly got up once or twice and sat down again.
'Well, I shall see you tonight,' he said.

'At eight.' 'Yes.' 'What shall you wear, Mrs Ottley ?' 'Oh, I thought, perhaps, my mauve chiffon?
What do you advise ?' she smiled.
'Not what you wore last night ?' 'Oh no.' 'It was very jolly.

I liked it.

Er--red, wasn't it ?' 'Oh no! It was pink!' she answered.
Then there was an extraordinary pause, in which neither of them seemed able to think of anything to say.

There was a curious sort of vibration in the air.
'Isn't it getting quite springy ?' said Edith, as she glanced at the window.