Guy said:
‘I’ll tell Hugo you came, I’ll blow him up.’
‘Oh, I shouldn’t bother. It’s all right.’
Guy said:
‘I wish I could come, but I’ve got to finish this stuff.’
He nodded his head towards his room and the table spread with papers. It was a joke with us now that Guy was working hard.
I said:
‘I wish you could. Come next Saturday.’
He said:
‘Yes, next Saturday I can. But we’ll meet before that.’