"You looked nice twenty years ago. Not content with that, you broke a dinner-service to get a pony."
"Fancy your remembering that all these years!"
"I was reminded of it the moment I saw you. Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose. You are still not content with looking extremely nice, you must break a dinner-service now and again."
Joyce raised her eyebrows, and patiently stated a self-evident proposition.
"I must have a thing if I think I've a right to it," she pouted.
"You were condemned to bread and water twenty years ago to convince you of your error."
"I get condemned to that now."
"Dull eating, isn't it?"
"I don't know. I've never tried."
"You did then?"