“It’s delicious,” Denby declared.
Michael sighed. “I used to think so until my wife stopped my drinking.”
Even Monty seemed cheered by it. “Fine stuff,” he asserted. “I can feel it warming up all the little nooks and crannies.”
“Purple but pleasing,” Denby said, with the air of an epigrammatist.
“Did they tell you any purple stories?” Michael’s wife demanded.
“We don’t know any new stories,” Denby told her; “we’ve been in England.”
“Do sit down, all of you,” Alice commanded. “We’ve all been standing up to get thin.”
“If they’re going to discuss getting thin and dietetics,” Michael said, “let’s get out.”
“Woman’s favorite topic,” Monty remarked profoundly.
“But you mustn’t sit down, Alice,” Nora warned, as her hostess seemed about to sink into her chair. “It isn’t twenty minutes!”