His announcement was sonorous and respectful.

Mr.Peter Phipps made his bow to his hostess under completely auspicious circumstances.
"So kind of you not to forget, Mr.Phipps," she murmured.

"My Sunday parties are always _viva voce_ invitations, and what between not remembering whom I've asked, and not knowing whether those I've asked will remember, I generally find it horribly difficult to arrange the places.

We are all right tonight, though.

Only two missing.