'Why—you know that great ridiculous old wooden chest that your awful Aunt Matilda sent you for your birthday—absurd present I call it—mere lumber.'
'Yes?'
'When it came I could barely push it from one side of the room to the other. Now I've lifted it from your room to the box-room. Quite easily. Pretty good, isn't it?'
'Yes, of course it's very good for you to do all these exercises; no doubt it's capital…. Er—you know I've had all the things taken out of the chest since you tried it before, don't you?'
'Things—what things? I didn't know there was anything in it.'
'Only a silver tea-service, and a couple of salvers,' said Edith, in a low voice….
…He calmed down fairly soon and said: 'Edith, I have some news for you. You know the Mitchells?'
'Do I know the Mitchells? Mitchell, your hero in your office, that you're always being offended with—at least I know the Mitchells by name. I ought to.'
'Well, what do you think they've done? They've asked us to dinner.'
'Have they? Fancy!'