"Sit down," he said, "and tell me about yourself."
"That's a very foolish request," said Janet, sitting down anyway. Nick waited until she was settled, and then fell casually into his own chair, as if he would not much have minded missing it and sitting on the floor instead. He looked a little put out; Janet went on ruthlessly. "Nobody you'd want to listen to for five minutes could possibly respond sensibly to it."
"I could," said Nick, in an injured voice.
"Tell me about yourself, then."
"I eat the air, promise-crammed," said Nick, in melancholy tones. "You cannot feed capons so."