"You said you didn't like them."
"I know I did, but if you're going to give parties you have to have people you don't like to fill up."
"Um," Chrystie pondered, "I suppose you must. Oh, there's Marquis de
Lafayette."
"Yes," said Lorry, "I thought of him."
Chrystie's eyes, bright with question, rested on her sister.
"You can't exactly call him a nugget."
"Why not?"
"Because he doesn't shine, darling."
This explanation appeared to strike its maker as a consummate witticism.
She fell back on the bed in spasms of laughter.
Lorry looked annoyed.