"And does your cooking?"
"Not much!" said Julian bravely. "I do that myself. In the first place, I want very little cooking. Cooking's not natural. And what bit I do want—well, I have my own ideas about it, I've got a little pamphlet about rational eating and cooking. You might read it. Everybody ought to read it."
"I suppose all that sort of thing's very interesting," Rachel remarked at large, with politeness.
"It is," Julian said emphatically.
Neither of them felt the necessity of defining what was meant by "all that sort of thing." The phrase had been used with intention and was perfectly understood.
"But if you want to know what I really came up here for," Julian resumed, "I'll show you."
"Where?"
"Outside." And he repeated, "I'll show you."
III
She followed him as, bareheaded, he hurried out of the room into the street.