Go on talking as if I were here. After a minute or two, turn round as if I were sitting on the grass behind you, but go on talking.

Go on talking as if I were here. After a minute or two, turn round as if I were sitting on the grass behind you, but go on talking.

“I know you don’t agree with me,” Antony went on as Bill read, “but you’ll see that I’m right.”

Bill looked up and nodded eagerly. He had forgotten golf and Betty and all the other things which had made up his world lately. This was the real thing. This was life. “Well,” he began deliberately, “the whole point is that I know Mark. Now, Mark⁠—”