It bores you, I can see.

We will try and find some other subject.

Now tell me, don't you think this is ingenious ?" They had reached the foot of the hill upon which the Hall was situated.
In front of them, underneath the terrace, was a little iron gate, held open now by Meekins, who had gone on ahead and dismounted from his bicycle.
"I have a subterranean way from here into the Hall," Mr.Fentolin explained.

"Come with me.

You will only have to stoop a little, and it may amuse you.