What was I saying?
Of course, I only got up this dinner on the spur of the moment, so to speak, when I met Mr.Elliot in the Highgate.

He comes and goes so much you never know when he's at Laverlaw; if you write or telephone he's always got another engagement.

But when I met him face to face I just said, 'Now, when will you dine with us, Mr.Elliot ?' and he hummed and hawed a bit and then fixed to-night." "Perhaps he didn't want to come," Muriel suggested as she snuggled one of the small dogs against her face.

"And did it love its own mummy, then, darling snub-nose pet ?" Her mother scouted the idea.
"Why should he not want to come?
Do put down those dogs, Muriel.

I never get used to see you kissing them.