"Yes."
"Yet I've never said anything to you about what I intend to give you for yourself, in your own right."
Pain struck into Sally's eyes. Her lips parted in fear and anticipation.
"Have you taken all that on trust?" he continued. "If I were to die, suppose—death is a great deed that even the smallest of us are able to accomplish—Berthe!" He turned to the attendant who was waiting—"Consommé—Omelette aux fines herbes—et poulet roti aux cressons."
"Oui, monsieur—Consommé—pour deux, monsieur?"
"The whole lot pour deux."
Berthe laughed with her little cooing sound in the throat.
"Omelette aux fines herbes, et poulet roti aux cresson—oui, monsieur."
She departed and they listened to the repetition of it all—
"Deux consommés—deux—" as she shouted it through the little doorway to the kitchen.