They sat silently, then, Hollis pretending to glance over the first few pages of the Times , until the Italian girl and an equally pretty and dark-haired boy arrived, bearing breakfast on dark wooden trays with brass handles. They arranged these on the low coffee table and retreated, Bigend studying the sway of the girl’s hips. "I adore the full English," he said. "The offal. Blood pudding. The beans. The bacon. Were you here before they invented food?" he asked. "You must have been."