“Delighted,” rejoined Herbert Fry, with a gallant glance at Minna.
Mary said:
“This pie is perfectly delicious, Annette. You certainly make pastry better than any of us.”
“Mary’s first remark to-day,” said Minna, maliciously.
Mary, who had been most amiably disposed, relapsed into silence, then, feeling that she was damping the general cheerfulness, she made another effort and turned to Herbert Fry, and asked him:
“I suppose you find our town very dull after London.”
Herbert Fry replied:
“Of course, you know, London is the only place to live in.”
“It obviously isn’t that,” said Serge, “since there are millions of people who don’t live in it, don’t want to live in it, have never been there, and also many millions who have never heard of it.”
Minna was startled.