I'm sure you've got any amount of stuff in you, though you look--well, as if you'd lived all your life in a garden." She sat up, and began to explain with animation.

"I belong to a club in London.

It meets every Saturday, so it's called the Saturday Club.

We're supposed to talk about art, but I'm sick of talking about art--what's the good of it?
With all kinds of real things going on round one?
It isn't as if they'd got anything to say about art, either.

So what I'm going to tell 'em is that we've talked enough about art, and we'd better talk about life for a change.