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A slight poke on her left shoulder made Mrs. Morland look up. Robin was standing beside her holding a bowl of tiny cubes of bread fried to a perfect, even, golden brown.

"Excuse my manners," he said, "I'm only here on liking."

"One moment," said Mrs. Morland putting up her glasses. "Oh, croûtons! Heavenly. But I must find my spectacles. I can't hold these things up and help myself at the same time."

She routed about in her bag, found a red spectacle case and put the spectacles on.

"It is so stupid not to see," she said in a voice of great satisfaction as she helped herself. "Thank you Robin. What is so boring," she continued, turning to Dr. Dale on her right, "is that though I can see my soup--what divine soup it is--with these glasses, I can't see faces across the table. Mrs. Gresham and Anne look almost the same. To see them I need this pair."

She grabbled about in her bag again and drew out a blue spectacle case, exchanged the glasses and announced with pride that she could see both ladies quite well and how nice they looked.