I didn't tell you because I thought it would very likely pour.

Cousin Lewis said if it was a good day he would send the car to take us to Laverlaw to luncheon.

It's really because of Pamela; she has never been there.

So you must ask to get away at twelve, Jock, and I'll go up with Pamela and collect Mhor." Mhor at once left the table and, without making any remark, stood on his head on the hearthrug.

Thus did his joy find vent.