I don't know when we've had such a gloomy evening.

And everyone was horribly polite, and said 'Please' and 'Thank you' far more than requisite.
Albert's uncle came home after tea.

He was jolly, and told us stories, but he noticed us being a little dull, and asked what blight had fallen on our young lives.

Oswald could have answered and said, 'It is the Society of the Wouldbegoods that is the blight,' but of course he didn't and Albert's uncle said no more, but he went up and kissed the girls when they were in bed, and asked them if there was anything wrong.

And they told him no, on their honour.
The next morning Oswald awoke early.