Timeline of British literature Timeline of American Literature The Luncheon I saw her in the theatre.
It was long since I had last seen her, and if someone had not mentioned her name I hardly think I would have recognized her. She addressed me brightly. How time does fly! We're none of us getting any younger. Do you remember the first time I saw you?
You asked me to luncheon. It was twenty years ago and I was living in Paris. I had a tiny apartment in the Latin quarter overlooking a cemetery, and I was earning barely enough money to keep body and soul together. She had read a book of mine and had written to me about it.
I answered, thanking her, and presently I received from her another The luncheon william somerset maugham saying that she was passing through Paris and would like to have a chat with me; but her time was limited, and the only free moment she had was on the following Thursday; she was spending the morning at the Luxembourg and would I give her a little luncheon at Foyot's afterwards?
Foyot's is a restaurant at which the French senators eat, and it was so far beyond my means that I had never even thought of going there. But I was flattered, and I was too young to have learned to say no to a woman.
Few men, I may add, learn this until they are too old to make it of any consequence to a woman what they say. I had eighty francs gold francs to last me the rest of the month, and a modest luncheon should not cost more than fifteen.
If I cut out coffee for the next two weeks I could manage well enough. I answered that I would meet my friend-by correspondence-at Foyot's on Thursday at half-past twelve.
She was not so young as I expected and in appearance imposing rather than attractive. She was, in fact, a woman of forty a charming age, but not one that excites a sudden and devastating passion at first sightand she gave me the impression of having more teeth, white and large and even, than were necessary for any practical purpose.
She was talkative, but since she seemed inclined to talk about me I was prepared to be an attentive listener. I was startled when the bill of fare was brought, for the prices were a great deal higher than I had anticipated. But she reassured me. I think people eat far too much nowadays.
A little fish, perhaps. I wonder if they have any salmon. Yes, a beautiful salmon had just come in, it was the first they had had. I ordered it for my guest. The waiter asked her if she would have something while it was being cooked.
I knew I could not afford caviare, but I could not very well tell her that.
I told the waiter by all means to bring caviare. For myself I chose the cheapest dish on the menu and that was a mutton chop.
I don't believe in overloading my stomach. They're wonderful for the digestion. She gave me a bright and amicable flash of her white teeth. I ordered half a bottle. I mentioned casually that my doctor had absolutely forbidden me to drink champagne.
She talked gaily of art and literature and music. But I wondered what the bill would come to. When my mutton chop arrived she took me quite seriously to task. I'm sure it's a mistake. Why don't you follow my example and just eat one thing? I'm sure you'd feel ever so much better for it.
She waved him aside with an airy gesture. I never eat anything for luncheon.
Just a bite, I never want more than that, and I eat that more as an excuse for conversation than anything else.
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