"Is it half-past four yet ?" "No.

It's only quarter past.

There's lots of time." Mademoiselle Lalage ate until the soup, a good deal of bread, the steak, the vegetables, and the pint of champagne--less a glassful taken by her companion--had disappeared.

Marmaduke watched her meanwhile, and consumed two ices.
"Have an ice to finish up with ?" he said.
"No.

I cant work on sweets," she replied.