Claudia was annoyed. Brothers are annoying at times.
"I don't see any fun in that," she said.
Lord Rickmansworth drank some beer (beer was the Territon drink), and maintained silence.
The butler came in with his satellite, swept away the beer and the other impedimenta, and put on dessert. The servants disappeared, but silence still reigned unbroken.
Claudia arose, and went round to her brother's chair. He was ostentatiously busy with a large plum.
"Rick, dear, won't you tell me?"
"Tell you! Why, it's all nonsense, you know."
"Rick, dear!" said Claudia again, with her arm around his neck.
He was going to carry on his jest a little further, when he happened to look at her.
"Why, Clau, you look as if you were almost—"