The tea-tray was taken away, and the baffled party entered the sitting-room, in exactly the mood not to be pleased if they could help it.
So Cyril said, 'What a beastly mess!' And Robert added, 'Do shut up, Jane!' Even Anthea, who was almost always kind, advised Jane to try another song.

'I'm sick to death of that,' said she.
It was a wet day, so none of the plans for seeing all the sights of London that can be seen for nothing could be carried out.

Everyone had been thinking all the morning about the wonderful adventures of the day before, when Jane had held up the charm and it had turned into an arch, through which they had walked straight out of the present time and the Regent's Park into the land of Egypt eight thousand years ago.
The memory of yesterday's happenings was still extremely fresh and frightening, so that everyone hoped that no one would suggest another excursion into the past, for it seemed to all that yesterday's adventures were quite enough to last for at least a week.

Yet each felt a little anxious that the others should not think it was afraid, and presently Cyril, who really was not a coward, began to see that it would not be at all nice if he should have to think himself one.

So he said-- 'I say--about that charm--Jane--come out.