"For one thing, I do not know what he wants." "What he wants seems perfectly plain to me," Nigel replied gravely.

"He wants you." Maggie made a desperate effort to regain the lightheartedness of a few weeks ago.
"If you believe that," she said, "your composure is most unflattering." There was a ring at the front doorbell, and a familiar voice was heard outside.

Maggie turned away to the staircase with a little sigh of relief.
"Naida!" she exclaimed.

"I remember now I asked her for a quarter past one instead of half-past.

You must entertain her, Nigel.