"Here's Alan," said Cecilia; "good."
"Really," I said, stopping and bowing slightly in several directions,
"I am touched. Such a reception.... I find no words----"
"Don't be funny," said Margery cuttingly, "we shan't laugh. What we
want to know is what are you going to do?"
"Well," I said, "I did think of sitting by the fire and--er--just
watching it burn."
"Oh, dear," said Margery, "please don't be dense. I mean, what are you
going to do at the show?"