She was positive the chops would be ill-cooked: but what could she do?
She was not in command here; so she waited serenely for the certain disasters to enthrone her.
Not that the matter of the chops occupied her mind particularly: nor could she dream that the pair in question were destined to form a part of her history, and divert the channel of her fortunes.

Her thoughts were about her own immediate work; and when the landlady rushed in with the chops under a cover, and said: 'Look at 'em, dear Mrs.Harrington!' she had forgotten that she was again to be proved right by the turn of events.
'Oh, the chops!' she responded.

'Send them while they are hot.' 'Send 'em! Why you don't think I'd have risked their cooling?
I have sent 'em; and what do he do but send 'em travelling back, and here they be; and what objections his is I might study till I was blind, and I shouldn't see 'em.' 'No; I suppose not,' said Mrs.Mel.

'He won't eat 'em ?' 'Won't eat anything: but his bed-room candle immediately.

And whether his sheets are aired.