The dinner was one long delight. Even its drawbacks were no disadvantage. The food was bad, and it was badly cooked and badly served, but nothing mattered.
"Only one fork for all these dishes?" asked David Rossi.
"That's the best of it," said Roma. "You only get one dirty one."
Suddenly she dropped knife and fork, and held up both hands. "I forgot!"
"What?"
"I was to be little Roma all day to-day."
"Why, so you are, and so you have been."
"That cannot be, or you would call her by her name, you know."
"I'll do so the moment she calls me by mine."
"That's not fair," said Roma, and her face flushed up, for the wine of life had risen to her eyes.