It made its appearance when I led her to the luncheon table.
"Don't let me detain you," my stepmother began.
"Won't you give me some luncheon ?" I inquired.
"Dear me! hav'n't you lunched already ?" "Where should I lunch, my dear lady ?" I thought this would induce the sugary smile to show itself.

I was wrong.
"Where ?" Mrs.Roylake repeated.

"With your friends at the mill of course.
Very inhospitable not to offer you lunch.

When are we to have flour cheaper ?" I began to get sulky.

All I said was: "I don't know." "Curious!" Mrs.Roylake observed.