(Arising while they are laughing.) We've talked politics long enough. Dolores, I want you to tell me about your new car.
Knox
(As if suddenly recollecting himself.) And I must be going.
(In a low voice to Margaret.) Do I have to shake hands with all these people?
Margaret
(Shaking her head, speaking low.) Dear delightful Ali Baba.
Knox
(Glumly.) I suppose I've made a fool of myself.
Margaret
(Earnestly.) On the contrary, you were delightful. I am proud of you.