Last week at the 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.
‘A new play is coming to “The Globe” soon,’ I said. ‘Will you be seeing it?’
‘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.
‘Yong man’ she answered, ‘If you ate more and talked less, we would both enjoy our dinner!’