"So shall I you."
"We're lucky, aren't we?"
"Rather."
"I feel sorry for people who aren't in love with you. But don't let's talk here any more. Let's go back to my rooms," he suggested.
"I've got to be in the theater by half-past seven."
"I know, but we've plenty of time. It's only just half-past five."
"Where do you live?"
"Westminster. Looking over the river. I've got a largish studio. Quite a jolly room. I share the floor below with a friend."
"What's he like?"
"Castleton? Funny chap. I don't expect you'd care for him much. Women don't usually. But don't let's talk about Castleton. Let's talk about Jenny and Maurice."