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"I'll try," was Sherrard's half-hearted response, whereat Newte entered to announce that the car was ready. Then he bade mother and daughter adieu, and went out. Dorise could see that her mother was considerably annoyed at her plans being so abruptly frustrated. "We must ask somebody else," she said, as they lingered over the dessert. "Whom shall we ask?"
Everybody was hungry from the long walk, and steak and sandwiches disappeared before the onslaught of four ravenous girls. "And here's the dessert!" Bet held up a handful of dough. "I wouldn't call that much of a dessert," Joy shrugged with disgust. "Wait and see! You take a little piece of it and pull it out like this," and Bet stretched the dough into a long, narrow ribbon.
The menu of the cold luncheon may present great variety, and provide for many guests with little trouble. For a smaller, or more definite, number a hot luncheon may be prepared a tender steak with mashed potatoes and asparagus, or something equally simple and a dessert of cakes, ice-cream, and fruits; in all respects a little "informal dinner."
"I'd like it better than anything," said Nick. "But first I've got to fix things about your bag with the police. I'll be back, and look you up by the time you're halfway to dessert. I remember just what that bag was like, because maybe you've forgotten I picked it up in the hotel hall when you dropped it. I can see it as plain as if it was here.
Johnson was entertaining a dinner-party of attorneys when he was summoned from dessert by the announcement of a "lady who wanted to speak to him immediate and particular." He went into his study in not the best of tempers. There he found his client, Miss Wilkins, white and ghastly, standing by the fireplace, with her eyes fixed on the door. "It is you, Miss Wilkins! I am very glad "
"Yes, I've seen some of his work." "I met him once. Want to hear about it?" "Sure. How about dessert?" "Absolutely." They ordered. "I used to drive a Charley's cab. A woman flagged me down in the shopping center one day. She was holding a flat package in both hands, wiggling her fingers. She was slim, intense, in her late thirties, with high coloring and black hair pulled into a bun.
Noticing his jocular tone, Nana assumed her magnificently frigid demeanor and icily replied: "Sit down where you please, sir. We are in a public place." Thus begun, the conversation proved amusing. But at dessert Nana, bored and burning for a triumph, put her elbows on the table and began in the old familiar way: "Well, what about your marriage, my lad? Is it getting on all right?"
"Indeed, I think he loses a very good dinner," interrupted Scrooge's niece. Everybody else said the same, and they must be allowed to have been competent judges, because they had just had dinner; and, with the dessert upon the table, were clustered round the fire, by lamplight.
I had just consummated an unusually hearty dinner, of which the dyspeptic truffe formed not the least important item, and was sitting alone in the dining-room, with my feet upon the fender, and at my elbow a small table which I had rolled up to the fire, and upon which were some apologies for dessert, with some miscellaneous bottles of wine, spirit and liqueur.
At dessert Calsabigi begged me to give him my opinion of a scheme he had drafted, the aim of which was to bring in a sum of two million crowns, so that the credit of the lottery might remain secure. The lady left us to talk business at our ease.
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