I wonder--" "I know exactly what you were going to say," Philippa interrupted.

"You were going to say that you wondered whether Mr.Lessingham would keep his promise." "Whether he would be able to," Helen corrected.

"It does seem so impossible, doesn't it ?" "So does Mr.Lessingham himself," Philippa reminded her.

"It isn't exactly a usual thing, is it, to have a perfectly charming and well-bred young man step out of a Zeppelin into your drawing-room." "You really believe, then," Helen asked eagerly, "that he will be able to keep his promise ?" Philippa nodded confidently.
"Do you know," she said, "I believe that Mr.Lessingham, by some means or another, would keep any promise he ever made.

I am expecting to see Dick at any moment now, so you can get on with your lunch, dear, and not sit looking at the curry with tears in your eyes." "It isn't the curry so much as the chutney," Helen protested faintly.
"He never would touch any other sort." "Well, I shouldn't be surprised if he were here to finish the bottle," Philippa declared.