"Do you really feel like that?"
"I do, Anne, really."
"Then we'll go and have planked steak."
In the sweetness of reconciliation, Roger forgot to throw out the
pot-roast. They had a gay and expensive dinner at the Pheasant and went
to the theater afterwards.
But, for the rest of the week, Roger ate savoury ragouts, and meat
pies which taxed Anne's ingenuity to the utmost, especially when the
pot-roast had dwindled to a dry, outer rim.