_Mr. Forr._ (_to himself_). It _is_ one-and-sixpence. Fool I was to go and forget my sovereign-purse! However--(_hopefully_), two cups of tea at fourpence--eightpence; say three cakes at twopence--one-and-twopence--oh, I shall manage it easily, and leave a margin! (_Aloud._) I think I won't have anything to eat--not _hungry_, don't you know. _Miss C. L._ No more am _I!_ (_She takes a third cake._) This has got cream inside--aren't you tempted? _Mr. Forr._ (_to himself._) Only fourpence to the good now--mustn't risk it! (_Aloud._) Couldn't indeed--spoil my appetite for dinner. _Miss C. L._ (_with superiority_). Oh, I never _have_ any appetite for dinner. I loathe the very sight of food, somehow! But I do _wish_ you'd eat something--it's so _piggish_ of you not to--_really_ it is! You must take just this weeny little one--to please Me! (_She places it on his plate._) Now you _can't_ say no! _Mr. Forr._ (_to himself_). She is the _dearest_ darling! (_Aloud._) I'd do anything in the world to please you, CAMILLE! (_To himself._) After all, there's still _twopence!_ _Miss C. L._ Good boy! (_As he eats._) Well, is it a success? _Mr. Forr._ (_munching_). It isn't bad--got Marchpane, or something of the kind on it. _Miss C. L._ How nice! I adore Marchpane! You may go and get me one just like it, if you're _very_ good. _Mr. Forr._ (_to himself, as he obeys her behest_). That cleans me out! Thank goodness, no gratuities are allowed here, or else--and this _must_ be the last--she's had three already! If I'd only had another sixpence, I shouldn't care, but this is running it devilish close! (_Aloud, as he returns._) This is the nearest I could get. _Miss C. L._ Thanks, ever so much. Awfully nice tea this is. (_Suggestively._) They might give one bigger cups, though! _Mr. Forr._ (_to himself, with pathos_). I'd give my life for her, cheerfully--and I've got to deny her a second cup of tea! But hang it, I _must_. I can't ask her to lend me fourpence to pay the bill! (_Aloud._) It's--er--just as well they don't. My sisters have sworn off afternoon tea altogether; some medical Johnny told them it--er--had a tendency to make the nose red! _Miss C. L._ (_to herself_). FRED'S _sisters!_ Very likely! (_Aloud, coldly._) If you think there is any danger of that in _my_ case, of course I won't risk another cup. _Mr. Forr._ Oh--er--well, you never _know_, don't you know. I--er--_wouldn't_. (_To himself._) Narrow shave that, by Jove! _Miss C. L._ I think we'd better take a cab back, don't you? _Mr. Forr._ (_horrified_). M--much jollier walking. Streets as dry as a bone! _Miss C. L._ But I want to get home and arrange the table for dinner to-night. Mother always likes me to do the flowers. _Mr. Forr._ Lots of time for that You c--can't judge of the effect till it's dark, _can_ you? And it will be light for hours to come. _Miss C. L._ Yes, that's true. Then suppose we go and see the BURNE-JONESES, now we're so near? They don't close till six.