In a moment or two, Madame Valade recovered her sangfroid. The stairs creaked as Mark rushed down them. “We do not want the men,” said Miss Miniver; “we do not want them, with their sneers and loud laughter. His father and mother were a lawyer and a doctor, respectively. Besides these there was a warm gooseberry-tart, and a cold pigeon pie—the latter capacious enough, even allowing for its due complement of steak, to contain the whole produce of a dovecot; a couple of lobsters and the best part of a salmon swimming in a sea of vinegar, and shaded by a forest of fennel.
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