She pursued her subject with the assurance of one who has hit on a particularly acceptable topic.
"It must have taken them years of training and concentration to master those tricycles," she continued in high-pitched soliloquy.

"The nice thing about them is that they don't realise a bit how clever and educational they are.

It would be dreadful to have them putting on airs, wouldn't it?
And yet I suppose the knowledge of being able to jump through a hoop better than any other wolf would justify a certain amount of 'side.'" Fortunately at this moment a young Italian journalist at another table rose from his seat and delivered a two-minute oration in praise of the heroine of the evening.

He spoke in rapid nervous French, with a North Italian accent, but much of what he said could be understood by the majority of those present, and the applause was unanimous.

At any rate he had been brief and it was permissible to suppose that he had been witty.
It was the opening for which Mr.Gerald Drowly had been watching and waiting.