Food and Talk
Last week at a dinner-party, the hostess asked me to sit next to Mrs Rumbold.
Mrs Rumbold was a large, unsmiling lady in a tight black dress. She did not even look up when I took my seat beside her. Her eyes were fixed on her plate and in a short time, she was busy eating. I tried to make conversation.
Mrs Rumbold was a large, unsmiling lady in a tight black dress. She did not even look up when I took my seat beside her. Her eyes were fixed on her plate and in a short time, she was busy eating. I tried to make conversation.
"A new playing is coming to 'The Globe' soon," I said. "Will you be seeing it?"
"No," she answered.
"Will you be spending your holidays abroad this year?" I asked.
"No," she answered.
"Will you be staying in England?" I asked.
"No," she answered.
In despair, I asked her whether she was enjoying her dinner.
"Young man," she answered, "If you ate more and talked less, we would both enjoy our dinner!"
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