"This is a dry-pan-roast.

I wonder if you'll approve of it.

And I wonder why Phil doesn't come.

I wish he would make haste, for these are nearly done." "There he is now," remarked Geoff.
But instead it was Dr.Hope's office-boy with a note.
DEAR C.,--Mrs.Hope wants me for a fourth hand at whist, so I'm staying, if you don't mind.

She says if it didn't pour so she'd ask you to come too.