But from my recollection of Flora de Barral I feared that she hadn't much sense of humour.

She had cried at the desertion of the absurd Fyne dog.

That animal was certainly free from duplicity.

He was frank and simple and ridiculous.

The indignation of the girl at his unhypocritical behaviour had been funny but not humorous.
As you may imagine I was not very anxious to resume the discussion on the justice, expediency, effectiveness or what not, of Fyne's journey to London.