ate salmon caviar asparagus ice-cream and finally a peach The writer ate only a mutton chop He drank only water She drank champagne He feared he would not be able to pay the bill He left the restaurant with empty pockets This lunch left a deep wound in his memory He Suffered But She Enjoyed During the entire lunch at Foyot s the young writer suffered silently while the lady enjoyed every comfort She never understood his fear his poverty or his struggle She did not even imagine that each dish she ordered pushed him deeper into trouble She never thanked him for anything Instead she looked at his small tip of three francs and silently judged him as a mean person At the end she laughed at his honest words nbsp I shall eat nothing for dinner tonight nbsp She called him a humorist She stepped into a taxi with a happy smile a full stomach and no worry The writer on the other hand walked out of Foyot s with an empty pocket He had no money left for food or for the rest of the month He felt broke embarrassed and helpless While she enjoyed luxury he felt the heavy weight of her selfishness He paid the full price for a lunch he did not want but she enjoyed every bite without any sense of guilt His Revenge Comes from Time Years pass The writer grows older The lady grows older too He sees her again at the theatre She is now heavy large and very different from before The writer reveals the final twist in the last line He says But I have had my revenge at last Today she weighs twenty-one stone This is his revenge It is not cruel It is not violent It is gentle and comic nbsp Her Own Lies Punish Her The woman who once claimed I never eat more than one thing She is now extremely overweight Her greed has become visible Her old lies stand exposed Her body reveals the truth she tried to hide This truth gives the writer emotional satisfaction It feels like justice The Revenge Is Ironical and Quiet The writer does not insult her He does not confront her He does not remind her of the costly lunch He simply observes her present condition Her huge size becomes poetic justice It gives him a sense of victory His suffering now turns into humour The writer s revenge is simple and silent Time punishes the woman Her greed becomes her shape The man who once walked out of Foyot s with no money now walks out with a smile His revenge is found not in anger but in irony