"You must be satisfied with what there is," said George. "Very countrified cooking."
"Oh! I should be very well satisfied with grass."
And, gayly, she approached the table, examined with curiosity the cloth, the knives and forks, the glassware, the plates, found everything pretty; rejoiced like a child at the sight of the large flowers which decorated the white and fine porcelain.
"Everything here pleases me," she said.
She bent over a large round loaf of bread, yet warm beneath its beautiful browned and rounded crust. She breathed in the odor with delight.
"Oh! what a delightful odor!"
And, with childish greediness, she broke off the crusty edge of the loaf.
"What fine bread!"
Her white and strong teeth shone in the bitten bread; the play of her sinuous mouth expressed vigorously the pleasure enjoyed. In this act, her whole person shed a pure and simple grace which seduced and surprised George as if it were an unexpected novelty.
"Here! taste how good it is."