Anything you like; but don't count on her.

And another thing--I'm bound to say it of myself,' Carling claimed close hearing of Fenellan over a shelf of saladstuff, 'no one who comes near her has any real weight with her in this matter.' 'Probably you mix cream in your salad of the vinegar and oil,' said Fenellan.

'Try jelly of mutton.'-- 'You give me a new idea.

Latterly, fond as I am of salads, I've had rueful qualms.

We'll try it.' 'You should dine with Victor Radnor.' 'French cook, of course!' 'Cordon bleu.' 'I like to be sure of my cutlet.' 'I like to be sure of a tastiness in my vegetables.' 'And good sauces!' 'And pretty pastry.