"That is about what we have done, isn't it? Opened a sort of mutual bank account?"
She nodded.
"That's what we think we've done," she amended.
"Have we had any lunch?"
"No. But it must be three o'clock. We can let it go.
"I'm famished, and you must be, too. Let's go to the Brevoort and have a wedding breakfast, isn't that what they call it?"
When they were seated at a small table, by the window, and he was inspecting the menu, he said:
"I don't know any of the things you like to eat, Jane. Do you want to order for yourself?"
"I would like roast chicken, a salad, and something sweet."
"Coffee?"