"Pooh! It doesn't matter for once! Later on we can dine on potatoes
and herrings."

"Can you eat potatoes and herrings?"

"I should think so!"

"When you have been drinking more than is good for you, and expect a
beefsteak after the herring?"

"Nonsense! Nothing of the kind! Your health, sweetheart! The game is
excellent! So are these artichokes!"

"No, but you are mad, darling! Artichokes at this time of the year!
What a bill you will have to pay!"

"Bill! Aren't they good? Don't you think that it is glorious to be
alive? Oh! It's splendid, splendid!"

At six o'clock in the afternoon a carriage drove up to the front door.
The young wife would have been angry if it had not been so pleasant to
loll luxuriously on the soft cushions, while they were being slowly
driven to the Deer Park.

"It's just like lying on a couch," whispered Lewis.

She playfully hit his fingers with her sunshade. Mutual acquaintances
bowed to them from the footpath. Friends waved their hands to him as
if they were saying: