But Beatrice suddenly thought she would like a meringue (а Беатрис вдруг подумала, /что/ ей хотелось бы меренгу;
dissolve [dI`zOlv], йclair [eI`kleq, I`kleq, `eIkleq], meringue [mq`rxN]
"Bring me a dry Martini," said Arrow.
"You can't have a dry Martini in the middle of a meal, Arrow," said Frank.
"Can't I? You wait and see."
"All right then. Bring me a double dry Martini," said Frank.
"Bring three double dry Martinis," said Beatrice.
They were brought and drunk at a gulp. The women looked at one another and sighed. The misunderstandings of the last fortnight dissolved and the sincere affection each had for the other welled up again in their hearts. They could hardly believe that they had ever contemplated the possibility of severing a friendship that had brought them so much solid satisfaction. They finished the potatoes.
"I wonder if they've got any chocolate йclairs," said Beatrice.
"Of course they have."
And of course they had. Frank thrust one whole into her huge mouth, swallowed it and seized another, but before she ate it she looked at the other two and plunged a vindictive dagger into the heart of the monstrous Lena.
"You can say what you like, but the truth is she played a damned rotten game of bridge, really."
"Lousy," agreed Arrow.
But Beatrice suddenly thought she would like a meringue.