"Then let's go where they have it," he suggested, half rising.
"I want to go straight home, if you'll let me."
"Then we'll stay here. What are you going to eat?"
"Nothing."
"Rot! Here's the waiter chaps. Tell 'em what you want."
Two waiters approached the table, one with a list of food, the other with like information concerning wines, which, at a nod from Windebank, they put before Mavis.
She glanced over these; beyond noticing the high prices charged, she gave no attention to the lists' contents.
"Well?" said Windebank.
"I'm not hungry and I'm not thirsty," remarked Mavis.
"You heard what I said, and I'm awfully hungry!"