Well, we shall have to return again sometime. Giordano was most disappointed when I didn't linger over anything much more than a salad. He claims it was a waste of his kitchen, though I am sure it was rather fresher than almost anywhere in town except perhaps Portico. At least it had none of the dreadful traits of these little storefronts cropping up, full of transfigured mush. Nothing but fat in a pie crust!

So you don't think you'll be home before 7, then? I wonder if I could scare up enough hands for whist. One does tire of an empty table three meals in a row.