I suppose it was mainly about women.
That was to be expected.

Women, indeed! What were women to us?
Nothing! And pretty women, least of all.

Ah, pretty women! Pretty women!...

Yes, yes! I had ordered fruit to finish off the meal, and I remember that as the dish was set upon the table, it occurred to me that we had made a very pleasant party of it after all.
"Do you know," I said, as I helped myself to some hothouse grapes, "I've had a bully evening.

It has been fine to sit here and have a party all to ourselves.