Aunt Bar told me she dined with you the other night, and had a quantity of amusement as well as an excellent dinner.

She hinted--" "Oh, Aunt Barbara's always hinting," said Michael.
"I know.

After all, everything that isn't hints is obvious, and so there's nothing to say about it.

Tell me more about the Falbes, Mike.
Will they let me go there again, do you think?
Was I popular?
Don't tell me if I wasn't." Michael smiled at this egoism that could not help being charming.
"Would you care if you weren't ?" he asked.
"Very much.

One naturally wants to please delightful people.