"Oh, there's Cracknell, you know - I like Cracknell. I think he's a rogue, but I like him. He's a comic turn in himself, and keeps me amused, but he's too often away at the garage on the mainland tinkering with the car. Look, Sir Henry thinks he's a heaven-sent humourist, and if you don't laugh your head off at his jokes he thinks you're being deliberately rude."
Fanny slackened her pace. "Father," she said, "I don't think I feel like going to lunch with him."
"Come on," said Pips. "I expect the food's gorgeous. Is it, Father?"
"The food is magnificent," her father assured her.
"There you are then, Fanny. Don't be so soft."
From THE CREW OF THE BELINDA, Chapter 15, Re-union.