"I'll be very brave. I'm hungry."
A red-cheeked, bright-eyed young woman laid a coarse cloth, and, upon this, black-handled knives and forks.
"What will you have to drink?" asked Perigal.
"Milk."
"Have some wine."
"I always drink milk."
"Not in honour of our meeting?"
"You seem to forget I've got to walk home."
"Perhaps you're right. Goodness knows what they'd give you here. Not like the Carlton or the Savoy."
"I've never been to such places."