Gustav Klimt The Kiss

Gustav Klimt The Kiss
"I ought to have sent him a card yesterday night," she said. "Of course, I was a fool to go all that way, just on chance of finding a doctor in. It stands to reason they've got to go out to people at all times of day."
"I hope they gave you a cup of tea?" he said.
And again she hesitated, debating a point with herself: if the doctor had a decent sort of servant, of course, she
Gustav Klimt The Kiss
Ellen Bunting, would have been offered a cup of tea, especially if she explained she'd known him a long time.
She compromised. "I was offered some," she said, in a weak, tired voice. "But there, Bunting, I didn't feel as if I wanted it. I'd be very grateful for a cup now - if you'd just make it for me over the ring."
Gustav Klimt The Kiss