Maude tried desperately to be rude.
‘Well, dear, I don’t think it is so very beautiful,’ was the best that she could do.
It was not much, but it had a surprising effect upon the waiter. He turned and hurried away.
‘There now, you’ve shocked him?’ cried Frank.
‘Where has he gone, Frank?’
‘To complain to the management about your language.’
‘No, Frank. Please tell me! Oh, I wish I hadn’t been so rude. Here he is again.’
‘All right. Sit tight,’ said Frank.
A sort of procession was streaming up the hall. There was their fat waiter in front with a large covered cheese-dish. Behind him was another with two smaller ones, and a third with some yellow powder upon a plate was bringing up the rear.
‘This is Gorgonzola, main,’ said the waiter, with a severe manner. ‘And there’s Camembert and Gruyère behind, and powdered Parmesan as well. I’m sorry that the Stilton don’t give satisfaction.’