Food and Talk

Last week at a dinner party, the hostess asked me to sit next to Mrs. Rumbold. Mrs Rumbold was a large, unsmiling lady in a tight black dress. She did not even look up when I took my seat beside her. Her eyes were fixed on her plates and in a shot time, she was busy eating. I tried to make conversation.
“A new play is coming to “The Globe” soon,’ I said. “Will you be seeing it ?”
“No,” she answered.
“Will you be spending your holidays abroad this year ?” I asked.
“No,” she answered.
“Will you be staying in England ?” I asked.
“No,” she answered.
In despair, I asked her whether she was enjoying her dinner.
“Young man,” she answered, “if you ate more and talked less, we eould bothenjoy our dinner !”