I--I don't see the funny side of things till it is pointed out.

I thought lunch a sort of hell, you know.

Of course, it was funny, his appearing not to see either of us.

But it stands for more than that; it stands for his complete misunderstanding of me." Aunt Barbara had the sense to see that the real Michael was speaking.
When people were being unreal, when they were pompous or adopting attitudes, she could attend to nothing but their absurdity, which engrossed her altogether.

But she never laughed at real things; real things were not funny, but were facts.
"He quite misunderstands," went on Michael, with the eagerness with which the shy welcome comprehension.