"Well," said Ursula, "let's make a beginning." She produced a silver pencil and some celluloid tablets that are supposed to look like ivory. "What first?" she asked, frowning.
I reflected. "Clearly the superfluities ought to go first. What about my sacrificing sugar-cakes for afternoon tea? And burnt almonds?"
"M' yes," said Ursula. "I was thinking myself about giving up cigars."
"Heroine! But let us be temperate even in denial."
"As a matter of fact," she said, "I'm getting to detest almonds."
"And I simply loathe—I mean, I'm sure pipes are ever so much better for one than cigars."
"Good!" observed Ursula. "Cigars and almonds go out. Only if you have your pipe there ought to be some cheap and filling substitute for my almonds."
"Turkish delight,"! suggested, "supposing it turns out all right about the Goeben."
"And, if not, I could get along with Russian toffee. That settles tea. How about other meals?"
"We're at the end of that Hock."