The Match-Maker. Saki

The grill-room clock struck eleven with the respectful unobtrusiveness of one whose mission in life is to be ignored. When the flight of time should really have rendered abstinence and migration imperative the lighting apparatus would signal the fact in the usual way. 🍓 Запрещённое в соцсетях искусство — t.me/kartiny/5953     Six minutes later Clovis approached the supper-table, in the blessed expectancy of one who has dined sketchily and long ago.     "I'm starving," he announced, making an effort to sit down…