“Hello, gents!” said Brett. “You saved us seats? How nice.”
“I say,” Mike said, “that Romero what’shisname is somebody. Am I wrong?”
“Oh, isn’t he lovely,” Brett said. “And those green trousers.”
“Brett never took her eyes off them.”
“I say, I must borrow your glasses to-morrow.”
“How did it go?”
“Wonderfully! Simply perfect. I say, it is a spectacle!”
“How about the horses?”
“I couldn’t help looking at them.”
“She couldn’t take her eyes off them,” Mike said. “She’s an extraordinary wench.”