Pouf! Ugh! Bur-r-r The Professor stared at her with cold, fishy eyes.

"Did you speak ?" "Oh, dear me, yes, and you don't even ask me to take a chair.

If I were a nasty stuffy mummy, now, you would be embracing me by, this time.
Don't you know that I have come to dinner, you silly man ?" and she tapped him playfully with her closed fan.
"I have had dinner," said Braddock, egotistic as usual.
"No, you have not." Mrs.Jasher spoke positively, and pointed to a small tray of untouched food on the side table.

"You have not even had luncheon.

You must live on air, like a chameleon--or on love, perhaps," she ended in a significantly tender tone.
But she might as well have spoken to the granite image of Horus in the corner.