"I'll tell you of them but let it be later on.

This morning I feel that the spring air is getting into my head.

I have an absurd desire to talk nonsense." "So far," she admitted, "you haven't been altogether unsuccessful." "If you are alluding," he replied, "to the personal remarks I was emboldened to make on my way here, I can only say that they were excused by their truthfulness." "I am not at all sure that you have known me long enough to tell me what colours suit me," she demurred.
"Then what will you say," he enquired, "if I admire the angle of that quill in your hat ?" "Don't do it," she laughed.

"If you continue like this, I may have to go home." "You have sent the car away," he reminded her cheerfully.

"You would simply have to sit upon the balcony and reflect upon your wasted morning." "I decline to talk upon the putting green," she said.