But civilized man can not live without cooks,”
Nancy quoted sententiously.
“Exactly. The whole point is that the cooking here is civilized. Oh! you ought to come here to dinner, my friend. I don’t know what the luncheons and teas are like—”
“They’re very good,” Nancy said.
“But not like the dinners, I’ll wager. The dinners are the very last word! I don’t know 89 why this place isn’t famous. Of course, I do my best to keep it a secret from the artistic rabble I know. It would be overrun with them in a week, and its character utterly ruined.”
“I wonder if it would.”
“Oh! I’m sure of it.”
“What is your discovery?” Nancy asked.
Collier Pratt leaned dramatically closer to her, and Nancy instinctively bent forward across the tiny table until her face was very near to his.
“Do you know anything about the price of foodstuffs?” he demanded.