"Oh, isn't it?" said Myra enthusiastically.
There was a pleasant pause while we both thought of something else to say.
"Have you," we began.
"I beg your pardon," we said at once.
"I was going to say," Myra went on, "have you read any nice books lately, or are you fonder of tennis?"
"I like reading nice books about tennis," I said. "If they are nice books, and are really about tennis. Er—do you live in London?"
"Yes. It is so handy for the theatres, isn't it? There is no place exactly like London, is there? I mean it's so different."
"Well, of course, up in Liverpool we do get the trams, you know, now.... I say, I'm tired of pretending I've only just met you. Let's talk properly."
At this moment we heard a voice say, "Let's try in here," and Archie and Dahlia appeared.
"Hallo! here's the happy pair," said Myra.