The old boy soldiered on, perplexed, till almost teatime on the first one - dayer, before throwing in the towel with blanket irony —‘Well, if I don't know their names, at least it's jolly nice to see all the familiar faces again.’
The old boy soldiered on, perplexed, till almost teatime on the first one - dayer, before giving up with blanket irony —‘Well, if I don't know their names, at least it's jolly nice to see all the familiar faces again.’