Think of a New York girl shedding tears on the
menu card!
Sabin was idly sketching something on the back of his
menu card.
Once she went to her room and studied the cookbook during an entire evening, finally writing out a
menu for the week, which left her harassed with a feeling that, after all, she had accomplished no good that was worth the name.
Meanwhile, as every one she cared to see came to HER (and she could fill her rooms as easily as the Beauforts, and without adding a single item to the
menu of her suppers), she did not suffer from her geographic isolation.
Philip, thinking her more enchanting than ever, gave her the
menu, and she chose her favourite dishes.
I never hear of one of these creatures discussing a
menu card but I feel a mad desire to drag him off to the bar of some common east-end public-house and cram a sixpenny dinner down his throat--beefsteak pudding, fourpence; potatoes, a penny; half a pint of porter, a penny.
The Belgian was horrified by the hideous
menu of his companion.
Coulson, after a brief visit to the lavatory, during which he obliterated all traces of his recent condition, seated himself at one of the small flower-decked tables and offered the
menu to his new friend.
Stepan Arkadyevitch was absorbed during the drive in composing the
menu of the dinner.
Lady Narborough kept scolding him for what she called "an insult to poor Adolphe, who invented the
menu specially for you," and now and then Lord Henry looked across at him, wondering at his silence and abstracted manner.
Two wood-pigeons completed this extraordinary
menu. The sago pasty, the artocarpus bread, some mangoes, half a dozen pineapples, and the liquor fermented from some coco-nuts, overjoyed us.
They seated themselves, and Sir Alfred studied the
menu for a moment through his eyeglass.