“Forgive me for deserting you, Emory,” interrupted Armstrong as he approached them from the house, closely followed by Annetta bearing a tray. “This is one part of the dinner which I never leave to any one else. These Italians know a lot of things better than we do, but mixing cocktails is not one of their long suits.”
“By Jove! that is a grateful reward to a dusty throat!” said Emory, replacing the glass on the tray.
“And now to dinner,” announced Helen. “Annetta bids us enter.”
Uncle Peabody and Miss Thayer joined them at the table.
“I must tell you, Mr. Cartwright,” said Emory, after the greetings were over, “that what you said about eating when I was here before made quite an impression on me, and I have been trying your methods a little.”
“Good for you!” cried Uncle Peabody.
“I really think I ought to make a confession,” Emory continued. “I had heard about your work and all that, but I had an idea that you were more or less of a crank, and that your theories were the usual ones which go with a new fad. But when you talked about understanding and running properly one’s own motive power it appealed to me as being sensible. Then your idea that the appetite is given one to tell him what the system needs sounded reasonable to me; and when you insisted that this same appetite had a right to be consulted as to when enough fuel was on board I woke up to a realization that I had not always been that respectful to myself.”
Uncle Peabody smiled genially. “Have you found the experiment very disagreeable?”
“By no means,” replied Emory, decidedly. “Of course, I started in on it more as a joke than anything else, but I have been surprised to find how much more I really enjoy my food. Why, there are flavors in a piece of bread which I never discovered until I chewed it all to pieces.”
“That is on the same principle exactly that a tea-taster or a wine-taster discovers the real flavor of the particular variety he is testing. That is one thing which gave me my idea. He sips a little and then thoroughly mixes it with the saliva, and in that way tastes the delicate aroma which the glutton never knows either in drink or food.”