They ate off the bark plates.

Salt, sugar and mustard came out of small ration bags.
McKeith produced black-handled knives and forks--the last a concession.
And good to taste were the fizzling johnny-cakes and the strong, sweet, milkless tea.
Such was Lady Bridget's real marriage feast.
They were hungry, yet they dallied over the repast.

It was the most delicious food she had ever tasted, Bridget said.

They made little jokes.

He was entranced by her happiness.