"I can see most of them. Who's that tall handsome fellow grinning at me now?"
"Me," said Archie, smiling across at us.
"Go away," said Myra. "Gentlemen shouldn't eavesdrop. This is a perfectly private conversation."
"You've got a lady on each side of you," I said heatedly, "why don't you talk to them? It's simply scandalous that Myra and I can't get a moment to ourselves."
"They're both busy; they won't have anything to say to me."
"Then pull a cracker with yourself. Surely you can think of something, my lad."
"He has a very jealous disposition," said Myra, "and whenever Dahlia—— Bother, he's not listening."
I looked round the table again to see if I could spy a stranger.
"There's a man over there—who's he? Where this orange is pointing."
"Oranges don't point. Waggle your knife round. Oh, him? Yes, he's a friend of Archie's—Mr Derry."