We were at the Bitter Lemon now, Furry, Versie, Charley and I, waiting for the crowd to arrive.
Furry asked, looking at Charley with serious, businesslike gray eyes.
We shook his hand, then Charley introduced me to Furry and we all sat down.
She recalled a producer wanted to revive one of her husband's earlier shows, Where's Charley, and asked for "more songs."
Charley started to knock, and then we heard the music and he waited.
Roger shook his head, still eyeing Charley with undisguised curiosity.
We do not breakfast until nine, on account of Tom and Charley.
Charley Guttery, the landlord, was there to greet the minstrels.
And Charley, unlucky Charley, had managed to get into hot water with the college school.
"Just do without it for a couple of years and see for yourself," Charley rejoined.