He feared the bill This memory becomes his first step toward revenge She Enjoyed He Suffered At Foyot s the lady acted modest but behaved greedily She said she ate only one thing yet she ate five costly things She said nbsp My doctor won t let me drink anything but champagne nbsp She never thanked him She judged his small tip She called him Humorist She left in a taxi The writer walked out with no money This one-sided suffering stayed in his heart Time Gives the Real Revenge Years later he looks at her again She is now huge He says nbsp Today she weighs twenty-one stone nbsp This is his soft revenge Her own greed punished her Her lies became truth His pain becomes humour He wins quietly The writer s revenge is calm quiet and perfect He does not shout He does not fight Time itself becomes his weapon The woman who once hid greed behind sweet words now carries its weight openly His silent suffering turns into a silent victory