418 ANGEL PAVEMENT

never been there. It's more a restaurant for men, isn't
it?"

"More men than women there certainly, but women
do go. And if they'd more sense, they'd go oftener.
Bundle's is the place if you're really hungry and you
want a good solid feed. It's English, too, and I like it
for that—good old-fashioned tack, I don't suppose
there'll be a lot of people there now—lunch is the
crowded time at Bundle's-and there's no need to dress
up to go there.'*

'Thank Heaven for that!" cried Miss Matfield.

"Mind you, Bundle's isn't a cheap place, by any
means," Mr. Golspie continued, apparently anxious to
suggest that he was not skimping his hospitality. "Don't
get that idea into your head. It's plain, but it works out
as expensive as most places, even though the other places
are giving you ten courses and a band and rattles and
confetti and God knows what else. There's nothing like
that at Bundle's, but there's real food and some good
drink."

"Well, Mr. Golspie, I'll be quite candid, and confess
that I could do with both at this very moment. Even,"
she added mischievously, "if they will cost you a lot of
money."

"I didn't say that, Miss Matfield," he said, pinching
her arm. "All I said was that Bundle's isn't cheap. As
for costing me a lot of money, I don't honestly think you
could do if you tried, not at Bundle's. You'd be sick
before you could eat that amount, and drunk long before
you could drink it. I took a feller there, just before
Christmas, and he did cost me money. He found they
had some Waterloo brandy there, and fancied a few goes
of that after lunch."