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possibly  eat  anything  more  -  unless  they  had  some  of  those  giant
                            asparasgus.  It  would  be  a  pity  to  leave  Paris  without  eating  some  of
                            them.”
                                  My heart sank. I had seen them in  the shops and knew that they
                            were  horribly  expensive.  My  mouth  had  often  watered  at  the  sight  of
                            them.
                                  ”Madame  wants  to  know  if  you  have  any  of  those  giant
                            asparagus,” I asked the waiter.
                                  I  tried  with  all  my  might  to  make  him  say  no.  A  happy  smile
                            spread over his face and he assured me that they had some so large, so
                            splendid, so tender, that it was a marvel. I odered them.
                                  ”I'm in the least hungry but I don't mind having some asparagus,”
                            my guest said.
                                  I ordered them.
                                  ”Aren't you going to have  any?”
                                  ”No, I never eat asparagus.”
                                  "I know there are people who don't like them.”
                                  We  waited  for  the  asparagus  to  be  cooked.  Panic  seized  me.  I
                            knew  exactly  how  much  money  I  had  and  if  the  bill  came  to  more  I
                            decided that I would put my hand in my pocket and with a dramatic cry
                            get up and say my money had been stolen. If she had not money enough
                            to pay the bill, then the only thing to do would be to leave my watch and
                            say I would come back and pay later.
                                  The asparagus appeared. They were enormous and appetizing. The
                            smell tickled my nose. I watched her thrust them into her mouth and in
                            my polite way I spoke on the condition of the drama in the Balkans.
                                  At last she finished.
                                  ”Coffee?” I asked her some minutes later.
                                  ”Yes, just an ice-cream and coffee,” she answered.
                                  ”You know, there's one thing I believe in,” she said, as she ate the
                            ice-cream.
                                  ”One should always get up from a  meal feeling  one  could  eat a
                            little more.”
                                  ”Are you still hungry?” I asked.
                                  ”Oh, no, I am not hungry, you see, I don't eat luncheon. I have a
                            cup  of  coffee  in  the  morning,  and  then  dinner.  But  if  I  must  have
                            luncheon, I never eat more than one thing.”
                                  Then  a  terrible  thing  happened.  The  head  waiter  came  up  to  us
                            with a large basket full of peaches. They were not in season then, God
                            knew what they cost. I knew too - a little later, for my guest, going on
                            her conversation, absent-mindedly took one.


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