It is a mighty post, Miss Abbeway." "It is indeed," she agreed.
"Yet would you believe," he went on, leaning across the table and neglecting for a moment his dinner, "would you believe, Miss Abbeway, that out of the twenty representatives chosen from the Trades Unions governing the principal industries of Great Britain, there is not a single one who does not consider himself eligible for the post." Catherine found herself suddenly laughing, while Fenn looked at her in astonishment.
"I cannot help it," she apologised.

"Please forgive me.

Do not think that I am irreverent.

It is not that at all.

But for a moment the absurdity of the thing overcame me.