"There's caviare in that jar
at your elbow. Begin on that brown bread-and-butter while I cut some
more. Find yourself a cup; the teapot is behind you. Now tell me about
hundreds of things."
She made no other allusion to food, but talked amusingly and made her
visitor talk amusingly too. At the same time she cut the
bread-and-butter with a masterly skill and produced red pepper and sliced
lemon, where so many women would merely have produced reasons and regrets
for not having any. Cushat-Prinkly found that he was enjoying an
excellent tea without having to answer as many questions about it as a
Minister for Agriculture might be called on to reply to during an
outbreak of cattle plague.
"And now tell me why you have come to see me," said Rhoda suddenly. "You
arouse not merely my curiosity but my business instincts. I hope you've
come about hats. I heard that you had come into a legacy the other day,
and, of course, it struck me that it would be a beautiful and desirable
thing for you to celebrate the event by buying brilliantly expensive hats
for all your sisters. They may not have said anything about it, but I
feel sure the same idea has occurred to them.
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