"I feel that."
"Well, G., perhaps you deserve a treat. The Christmas entertainment I had provided for you in the way of Läo fell rather flat, did it not!"
"One grows tired of soufflé."
"Yes, but do not forget that more substantial food can cause shocking indigestion, unless partaken of with moderation."
"Heavens, Seraphim! I am no gourmand!"
"Gerard, my dear boy—you are at a stage of hunger, I fear, when intelligence may not guide discretion. You see, Nature is apt to break out after years of artificial repression."
"We are overcivilised, I admit."
At that moment, the luncheon-gong sounded and they both rose from their chairs.
Lady Garribardine slipped her fat hand into her nephew's arm, as they went down the stairs.