By the bye, don't get any but Applegarth's jams in future." "That depends," said Jane laughing, "if we like them." In their simple and wholesome way of living, the Warburtons of course dined at midday, and Will, who rarely ate without appetite, surpassed himself as trencherman; nowhere had food such a savour for him as under this roof.

The homemade bread and home-grown vegetables he was never tired of praising; such fragrant and toothsome loaves, he loudly protested, were to be eaten nowhere else in England.

He began to talk of his holiday abroad, when all at once his countenance fell, his lips closed; in the pleasure of being "at home," he had forgotten all about Norbert Franks, and very unwelcome were the thoughts which attached themselves to this recollection of his days at Trient.
"What's the matter ?" asked Jane, noticing his change of look.
"Oh, nothing--a stupid affair.

I wrote to you about the Pomfrets and their niece.

I'm afraid that girl is an idiot.