“Er, yes,” said Ann desperately.
“Nice, tight little car, too,” said Bob. “Wish I could give ’er one now.”
“A.C.?” ventured Mr. Alcock.
“ ‘A.C.’?” said Bob. “Forty-fifty Rolls.”
There was another silence.
“Must ’ve bin delightful,” said Aunt Harriet shakily. “Still, there’s things beside cars.”
“Rather,” said Ann heartily.
“Such as wot?” said Uncle Tom.
“Well, all isn’t gold as glitters,” snapped his wife.
“That’s true,” said Mr. Barnham sagely.