That evening, Constance cannot say that evening, she does not remember how many conversations they had an amazing time she left. She laughed so much that her stomach had become empty like, she has exhausted myself and every time she laughed one more time.
Her stomach tightens every to me she bursts into laughter, and then she hit the table, continuously and she will continue to laugh—they was far more joke than she could take. Olive, on the other hand would stand, walk around the room and laugh once they can't anymore.
Even the butler heard their conversation and couldn't hold the smile on his face any longer. They couldn't just stop being laughing gas to each other.
Oh please, enough of this! The evening has drawn already, Oliver we cannot continue to laugh at this. Constance says.
