"All?"
"Well; yes; all. I guess I don't care much for eating and drinking." In saying this she actually contrived to produce something of a nasal twang.
"Eating and drinking!" said Dolly. "Of course they are necessities;—and so are clothes."
"But new things are such ducks!"
"Trowsers may be," said Dolly.
Then she took a prolonged gaze at him, wondering whether he was or was not such a fool as he looked. "How funny you are," she said.
"A man does not generally feel funny after going through what I suffered yesterday, Miss Boncassen."
"Would you mind ringing the bell?"
"Must it be done quite at once?"
"Quite,—quite," she said. "I can do it myself for the matter of that." And she rang the bell somewhat violently. Dolly sank back again into his seat, remarking in his usual apathetic way that he had intended to obey her behest but had not understood that she was in so great a hurry. "I am always in a hurry," she said. "I like things to be done—sharp." And she hit the table a crack. "Please bring me some iced water," this of course was addressed to the waiter. "And a glass for Mr. Longstaff."