"What a horrid old man!"
"Yes, that's what he said."
"And do you bear it in mind?"
"Money I don't worry about. I've more than I know what to do with. As to women, I'm jolly well on my guard."
"You're as bad as old Perigal, every bit."
"But one has to be. Have some of these strawberries?"
"No, thank you."
"You ate 'em fast enough at Mrs What's-her-name's."
"It was different then."
"Yes, wasn't it? Take 'em away."