"Mother's starting us with every kind of saucepan and broom and brush you can think of."
"Bless her!"
"Osborn, it will be an awf'ly smart flat."
"It will, with you in it."
"No, but really. Everyone will admire it. I mean everyone to admire. We'll have some little dinner-parties, won't we?"
"Will we, Cook?"
"I shall make the sweets beforehand, and we'll have chafing-dish or casserole things. That sort of dinner. It's quite smart, Osborn. And dessert's easy. Julia's giving us finger bowls, tip-top ones—real cut-glass."
"Bless her!"
"We're starting awf'ly well, Osborn."
"Do you think I don't know that? We love each other; nothing ever goes wrong when people love each other. You'll be glad enough to give up the office, too, won't you?"