I guess there aren't many in my mountains." "I wish you would tell us about your mountains," said Barbara pleasantly.
"And at the same time," said I, "Jaff might let us hear his story.

That is to say if you have no objection, Mrs.Prescott." "With us," said Liosha, "the guest is expected to talk about himself; for if he's a guest he's one of the family." "Shall I go ahead then ?" asked Jaffery, "and you chip in whenever you feel like it ?" "That would be best," replied Liosha.
And having lit a cigarette and settled herself in her deck-chair, she motioned to Jaffery to proceed.

And there in the shade of the old wistaria arbour, surrounded by such dainty products of civilisation as Adrian (in speckless white flannels and violet socks) and the tea-table (in silver and egg-shell china) this pair of barbarians told their tale..