Good night.
Awfully glad to have met you.

Good night, Amy.

Hope those socks will come out all right." "They'll never be the same," replied Amy sadly.

"Their pristine splendour--" "Get out of here, Amy! You remind me unpleasantly of tomorrow's English and the fact that I haven't looked at it yet!" And Freer, who was a rather husky youth, pushed Amy into the corridor without ceremony.
On the way back to Torrence Clint asked curiously: "How do you suppose Innes knew I played, Amy ?" "Oh, he's a discerning brute," responded the other carelessly.
"But he said he _believed_ I did.

That sounds as if someone had told him.