"They are lovely," she said.

"I knew I should like them when you went past Mrs.Rickett's smoking one." He looked at her with amusement.

"When was that ?" "When I was waiting for that dreadful ginger pudding at lunch--I mean dinner." She paused.

"No, that's horrid of me.

Please consider it unsaid!" "Why shouldn't you say it if you think it ?" he asked.
"Because it's unkind.