Pierre Auguste Renoir The Boating Party Lunch painting

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Miss Bombaum. He rose to greet her. All the hard epithets with which they had parted were forgotten.
“May I sit here?”
She looked up, first without recognition, then with pleasure. Perhaps there was something in his forlorn appearance, in the diffidence of his appeal, which cleared him in Miss Bombaum’s mind. This was no fascist beast that stood before her, no reactionary cannibal.
“Surely,” she said. “The guy who invited me hasn’t shown up.”
A ghastly fear, cold in that torrid room, struck Scott-King, that he would have to pay for Miss Bombaum’s luncheon. She was eating a lobster, he noted, and drinking hock.
“When you’ve finished,” he said. “Afterwards, with perhaps in the lounge.”
“I’ve a date in twenty minutes,” she said. “Sit down.”
He sat and at once, in answer to her casual enquiry, poured out the details of his predicament. He laid particular stress on his financial problems and, as pointedly as he could, ordered the humblest dish on the menu. “It’s a fallacy not to eat in hot weather,” said Miss Bombaum. “You need to keep your resistance up.”