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"Do you know what is on the programme for to-night?" I said, when they were out of hearing. "Yes; Mr. Temple has arranged for a conjuror and a ventriloquist to come, and thus we shall have something to occupy our attention besides ordinary chitchat." "I'm very glad," I replied, "although I should be delighted to spend the evening as I have spent this morning."
"But we're citizens of Earth's economic-cultural-diplomatic system, naturally." Duke felt something nibble at his mind, but he couldn't grasp it. And he wasn't accustomed to carrying on long chitchat with aliens. He shoved the thoughts away and reached for the paper again. "You won't find recruits here, Queeth. Only me. And I'm too old for the recruiting law. Besides, I've got to find a job."
We were in the midst of a pleasant conversation, half an hour after I had come in, when one of the children, a boy between seven and eight years old, came into the room and made some complaint against his brother. The little fellow was excited, and broke in upon our quiet chitchat with a rude jar that I felt quite sensibly. I expected, of course, to hear him ordered from the room instantly.
But one thing I can tell you if you go on disturbing me with your chitchat we shan't get as far as the mountains." Thereafter Maskull was silent. The twilight deepened; the murk grew denser. There was little to look at, but much to feel.
It's nice to see that homely old mug again!" "Be a lot nicer when it won't have to be over a transmitter." "Right you are!" "When are you coming back?" She shook her head glumly. "Don't know." He was silent a moment. "I've had to take a bit of chitchat now and then," he remarked, "about you and old Tate vanishing together." Trigger felt herself coloring. "So don't take it," she said shortly.
Whenever I am disposed for a little lively chitchat, I have only to step to the next door but one into her magazin de modes, where, like a favourite courtier, under the old regime, I have both les grandes et les petites entrees, or, in plain English, I may either introduce myself by the public front entrance, or slip in by the private back-door.
He would agree with William James, transposing "music prevents thinking" into "talking prevents silence." In so many instances, it prevents conversation. That is why I like tea chitchat. Words are never meant to mean anything then. They are simply given legs and wings, and they jump and fly. They land where they can, and fall flat if they must.
"We were having a little tea," said Psmith, "to restore our tissues after our journey. Come in and join us. We keep open house, we Psmiths. Let me introduce you to Comrade Jackson. A stout fellow. Homely in appearance, perhaps, but one of us. I am Psmith. Your own name will doubtless come up in the course of general chitchat over the teacups." "My name's Spiller, and this is my study."
"Can I have a word with you, Mr. Smith?" he said. The waiter brought a chair and he seated himself. "By the way," said Smith, "my friend, Mr. Maude. Your own name will doubtless come up in the course of general chitchat over the coffee-cups." "Not on your tintype it won't," said the stranger decidedly. "It won't be needed. Is Mr. Maude on your paper? That's all right, then. I can go ahead."
Archaeology claims so much of my time that I have little leisure for listening to cricket chitchat." "What was it Jellicoe wanted?" asked Mike; "was it anything important?" "He seemed to think so he kept telling me to tell you to go and see him." "I fear Comrade Jellicoe is a bit of a weak-minded blitherer " "Did you ever hear of a rag we worked off on Jellicoe once?" asked Dunster.