“Oh, yes, awfully decent.”
“And your friend Chator, did he enjoy himself?”
“Oh, rather. Only he had to go before me. Did you enjoy yourself abroad, mother?”
“Very much, dear, thank you. We had lovely weather all the time.”
“We had awfully ripping weather too.”
“Have you got everything ready for school in the morning?”
“There’s nothing much to get. I suppose I’ll go into Cray’s—the Upper Fifth. Do you want me now, mother?”
“No, dear, I have one or two letters to write.”
“I think I’ll go round and see if Chator’s home yet. You don’t mind?”