“Been dining,” said the first exquisite.
“Old Wrykynian dinner,” said the second.
“Oh, yes, of course. It always was at this time of year, wasn’t it? Lots of the lads there, I suppose?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Good dinner?”
“Goodish,” said the first exquisite.
“Not baddish,” said the second.
“Rotten speeches, though.”
“Awful!”
“Can’t think where they dig these blokes up.”