"I like the quietness of the country when it comes as a contrast, after, for example, such an afternoon as we have spent." "Then you're not sorry you came ?" "Sorry?
You wouldn't suggest it, if you knew how dull my days often are.

But I mustn't be doleful.

You may smoke, if you like." Bland did not particularly wish to smoke, but he lighted a cigarette.
It seemed to banish formality, to place them on more familiar terms.
"What is the matter with the car ?" Sylvia asked.
"I'm afraid I can't tell you.

It can't be got along without something the man has gone back for." "They do stop sometimes.

Is this one in the habit of doing so ?" "I can't say, as it isn't mine.