Passage40 Food and talkLast week at a dinner party, the hostess asked me to sit next to Mrs. Rumbold.Mrs. Rumbold was a large, unsmiling lady in a tight black dress.She did not even look up when I took my seat beside her.Her eyes were fixed on her plate and in a short time, she was busy eating.I tried to make conversation.'A new play is coming to "The Globe" soon,' I said. 'Will you be seeing it?''No,' she answered.'Will you be spending your holidays abroad this year?' I asked.'No,' she answered.'Will you be staying in England?' I asked.'No,' she answered.In despair, I asked her whether she was enjoying her dinner.'Young man,' she answered, 'if you ate more and talked less, we would both enjoy our dinner!'