I remarked one evening, as I chatted with Marguerite and her chaperone.
We sat and chatted a while, and then Clara and I went out to look at the Jungfrau.
And so, over this collation, we chatted for quite all of an hour.
We chatted for a time of home politics, which was, of course, in a wretched state.
And with that they chatted about the marriage from the male point of view.