“I suppose you wouldn't like to lend him some money?” Antonia said, without much hope.
“I shouldn't,” replied Giles.
“No, I didn't think you would. But it's pretty grim if we've got to have him here, you know.”
“Where is he?”
“I keep on telling you! Here!”
Giles's voice was brimful of laughter. “Not in the room?”
“Yes, of course,” said Antonia impatiently.
“How he must be enjoying this conversation!”
At this point Roger, who had been listening with his usual placidity, interrupted to say: “Give old Giles my love.”
“He wants me to give you his love. He's just like that.”