Who'll come?
I've just had a most annoying message from my chauffeur.

His wife's been in to say that he's got a temperature--since eight o'clock this morning--and has gone to bed.

She won't hear of his coming." "Funk ?" said French quietly,--"or Bolshevism ?" Buntingford shrugged his shoulders.

"We'll enquire into that later.
There are two cars--a Vauxhall and a small Renault--a two-seater.

Who can drive ?" "I think I can drive the Renault," said Dale.