She glanced over these; beyond noticing the high prices charged, she
gave no attention to the lists' contents.
"Well?" said Windebank.
"I'm not hungry and I'm not thirsty," remarked Mavis.
"You heard what I said, and I'm awfully hungry!"
"That's your affair."
"If you won't decide, I'll decide for you."
The waiters handed him the menus, from which, after much thought, he
ordered an elaborate meal. When the waiters hastened to execute his
orders, he found Mavis staring at him wide-eyed.
"Are you entertaining your regiment?" she asked.
"You," he replied.
"But--"
"It isn't much, but it's the best they've got. Whatever it is, it's
in honour of our first meeting."
"I shan't eat a thing," urged Mavis.
"You won't sit there and see me starve?"
"There won't be time. I have to get back."
"But, however much you hate me, you surely haven't the heart to send
me supperless to bed?"
"You shouldn't make silly resolutions."
As Windebank did not speak for some moments, Mavis looked at her
surroundings. Men and women in evening dress were beginning to
trickle in from theatres, concerts, and music hall.
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