"I'm awfully sorry," he said, as his companion paused for breath. "I know it's all frightfully interesting, but I don't seem somehow to follow. How would it be if we slid into the dining-room and thrashed the whole thing out quietly over a thoughtful steak or something?"
Mrs. Waddington eyed him with a distaste that bordered on contempt.
"You surely do not imagine that I propose to waste time eating?"
"Eh?" His lordship's jaw fell an inch. "Not eat?"
"Certainly not. I will repeat what I was saying, and please listen attentively this time."
"But I say! No dinner?"
"No."
"No soup?"
"No."
"No fish? No nourishment of any description?"