“Then you’ll follow me?”
“To the end of the world!” said Ralph with enthusiasm.
“Unconditionally, you understand?”
“Oh, no, there’s one condition: you’ve got to buy me a meal,” said Ralph.
“Right. Dry bread, dog-biscuit, and water,” said Marescal.
“No,” said Ralph.
“Well, what is your bill of fare?” said Marescal.
“The same as yours, Rudolph. Meringues Chantilly babas au rhum, and Alicante wine.”
“What do you mean?” asked Marescal on a sudden high note of acute anxiety and surprise.
“My meaning is perfectly simple. You invite me to tea. I accept with pleasure. Haven’t you an appointment at five?”