Simultaneously the two men raised the biscuits to their lips, nibbled tentatively. Simultaneously they tried to change the subject. But Roxanne undeceived, set down the pan and seized a biscuit. After a second her comment rang out with lugubrious finality:
“Absolutely bum!”
“Really——”
“Why, I didn’t notice——”
Roxanne roared.
“Oh, I’m useless,” she cried laughing. “Turn me out, Jeffrey—I’m a parasite; I’m no good——”
Jeffrey put his arm around her.
“Darling, I’ll eat your biscuits.”
“They’re beautiful, anyway,” insisted Roxanne.
“They’re—they’re decorative,” suggested Harry.