"No." she answered.

"Will you be staying in England?" I asked.

Last 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.

# Read and answer this question: Was Mrs. Rumbold a good companion at dinner?

"A new play is coming to 'The Globe' soon," I said. "Will you be seeing it?"

"Young man," she answered, "if you ate more and talked less, we would both enjoy our dinner!"

"No." she answered.

In despair, I asked her whether she was enjoying her dinner.

"Will you be spending your holidays abroad this year?" I asked.

"No," she answered.