“I say, you needn’t knock,” he said. “Have you made the tour of the mansion?”
“It’s the smallest kitchen I’ve ever seen.”
“You’ll find it large enough to cook our sumptuous repasts,” he retorted lightly.
“I see there’s nothing in. I’d better go out and get something.”
“Yes, but I venture to remind you that we must be devilish economical.”
“What shall I get for supper?”
“You’d better get what you think you can cook,” laughed Philip.
He gave her some money and she went out. She came in half an hour later and put her purchases on the table. She was out of breath from climbing the stairs.
“I say, you are anaemic,” said Philip. “I’ll have to dose you with Blaud’s Pills.”
“It took me some time to find the shops. I bought some liver. That’s tasty, isn’t it? And you can’t eat much of it, so it’s more economical than butcher’s meat.”