"How are you ?" he asked.

"You look a bit fagged." "I'll be all right after supper," replied the captain.

"I'll be glad when Saturday night comes, though." And he smiled a trifle wanly as he slipped off the table.
Mr.Robey grunted.

"So will I.Somehow, this year seems to mean more, Andy.

Still, there's no use in worrying about it.