"You'll what?"
"I shall be plain ... and old."
"Oh, don't sit there bothering!"
"I'm very fond of you, Gerrit. You're so...."
"Yes, I know what you're going to say. I'm off now...."
"Must you go?... I say, Gerrit, you have children, haven't you? I expect they're charming children."
He seemed to see mockery in the gleaming eyes.
"You drop it about my children, will you?"
"Mayn't I ask after them?"
"No."