I told him she was dining with her niece.

(She had reconsidered the question of the headache, and had gone to hear more news.) The dinner was very nice, and very nicely served; but somehow, Richard did not seem to enjoy it very much, that is, not as I had been in the habit lately of seeing men enjoy their meals.
"I am afraid you are getting like Uncle Leonard, and only care about Wall-street," I said.

"I shouldn't wonder if you forgot to order your dinner half the time, and took the same thing for breakfast every morning in the year." "That's just exactly how it is," he said.

"If Sophie did not come down to my quarters every week or two, and regulate affairs a little, I don't know where I should be, in the matter of my dinners." "How is Sophie ?" I said.
"Very well.

I saw her yesterday.