Buried Alive: a Tale of These Days by Arnold Bennett
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noisy, and where her roses were less conspicuous than the helmet of
Navarre, and her frock found its sisters and cousins from far lands. "I'm not much for these restaurants," she said, over grilled kidneys. "No?" he responded tentatively. "I'm sorry. I thought the other night----" "Oh yes," she broke in, "I was very glad to go, the other night, to that place, very glad. But, you see, I'd never been in a restaurant before." "Really?" "No," she said, "and I felt as if I should like to try one. And the young lady at the post office had told me that _that_ one was a splendid one. So it is. It's beautiful. But of course they ought to be ashamed to offer you such food. Now do you remember that sole? Sole! It was no more sole than this glove's sole. And if it had been cooked a minute, it had been cooked an hour, and waiting. And then look at the prices. Oh yes, I couldn't help seeing the bill." "I thought it was awfully cheap," said he. "Well, _I_ didn't!" said she. "When you think that a good housekeeper can keep everything going on ten shillings a head a _week_.... Why, it's simply scandalous! And I suppose this place is even dearer?" He avoided the question. "This is a better place altogether," he said. "In fact, I don't know many places in Europe where one can eat better than one does here." |
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