Those chocolates you gave me at Christmas were too delicious for anything.

What sort do you like?
A briar?
Let me see if it blows nicely." She put it to her lips.

"I swear I shall start a pipe soon, in my old age.

By the way, I don't believe you have any idea how old I am--have you, Peter?
Guess." She was quick to note the return to his old manner.

He was nervous with her, not sure of himself, and so not sure of her either.