She laughed cheerfully.
"I do. I told you he interested me—as a type. Caviare or grape-fruit? Oh, caviare. I feel like it, somehow."
"So do I. And after that what about some sole spécialté de la maison? How does that strike you? With a pigeon en cocotte to follow?"
"Marvellous! I'm glad I'm hungry. I missed tea on purpose."
"So did I miss tea, but for other reasons. I took a bank at baccarat—they've opened the room—and time ceased to be."
"Did you win?"
"No fear; I was down as usual. What about a simple Bronx to start with? And do you like a dry champagne?"
"Very dry, thanks!"
"It's a good thing; it saves me buying two kinds. Waiter!"
"I feel this is going to be really a spree," sighed Esther contentedly. "I have been abstemious for so long. You, too—I notice you confine yourself to Evian water."