While you are getting wine, I'll broil some.

And there were some strawberries.

I shall have some supper with you.

What a good thought! And you must be famished." As they ate they talked perfectly simply and naturally of the hundred associations which this studio meal at the end of the evening called up concerning the Sunday night parties.

There was an occasion on which Hermann tried to recollect how to mull beer, with results that smelled like a brickfield; there was another when a poached egg had fallen, exploding softly as it fell into the piano.