He won't talk to me about practical matters, so you must do it." "But where are you going, Gabriella?
I thought you had decided to live with us ?" "But didn't George tell you?
Surely he must have told you.

We are to take an apartment in June so my mother can come to us.

I felt, of course, that I couldn't leave mother, and George understands.

He was perfectly lovely about it." "I see, I see," murmured Mrs.Fowler, as if she were thinking of something else.

"Well, that will all come right, dear, I hope." Rising abruptly, she began to draw on her gloves.