On
Thursday morning at breakfast Steven said: "It's high time you (made
up) your mind about that visit to "Four Winds" this weekend. We ought
to go, you know. We haven't been at the Marshalls' for ages, we just
can't put them off."
"But, Steven," said Ruth ill-temperedly, "I can't go. If my grey dress
(had not been sent) to the cleaner's I (could) wear it. But I can't wear my new
suit, it's not hot enough for it yet."
Steven finished his food and was looking through his mail.
"Why treat it as if it (were) a serious problem? Why make such a "fuss
about nothing? At "Four Winds" everyone wears just anything."
Opening a letter he added: "Really, you're a most annoying person, Ruth. What I want to know is, can you go or can't you?"
"I can if you can. You know that."
"I'm not sure yet how busy I'll be tomorrow. I suggest that you (go
down) tomorrow afternoon. George (will pick) you up and (drive) you
down if you (agree) to go tomorrow. And I'll turn up in the evening,
if I can get away, or on Saturday morning at the latest."
"Oh, no," Ruth laid down her knife and fork. "I wish we (went) together."
"I wish you (went) ahead."
"I'm not going without you," Ruth said firmly. "But for you they (would not ask/ would not have asked) me to come, anyway. They only ask me because I'm your wife. And it
looks as if Marion (hates) me. I wish you (had rung) them up yesterday
and told them that I'm coming with you."