"Come on, Alice. Where's my coffee?" said Lord Ellerdine.
"There you are," she answered. "Coffee, Colling?"
Collingwood nodded. "What is there?" he asked.
Lady Attwill lifted the covers. "Omelette, bacon, sole, mushrooms."
"Sole for me."
"Bacon and mushrooms, Alice," Ellerdine remarked, quite himself again at the thought of breakfast.
"You have no idea how I buck up after a cup of coffee," he continued; "but, upon my soul, I feel like a fried flounder this morning. I don't think I shall ever be in a hotter place than that confounded train from Chalons."
"Yes, you will, Dicky," Lady Attwill remarked, taking a piece of toast from the rack.
"Oh yes, you will, Dicky," Collingwood echoed; "don't make any mistake about that."
"After all," Lady Attwill went on, "it wasn't so bad. You worried; that was what made you hot."