"Rural round; he's mostly here by seven, when he does come."
"Did your mate send you a fortune?"
"No! Only some photographs and papers about a place out there in British Columbia."
"Would you go there?"
"I thought perhaps we might."
"Oh, yes! I believe it's lovely!"
But he was put out by the postman's coming.
"Them damned bikes, they're on you afore you know where you are. I hope he twigged nothing."
"After all, what could he twig!"
"You must get up now, and get ready. I'm just goin' ter look round outside."