But, perhaps, cook is too lazy to bring it out of the cellar.

If she'll send for me to-morrow morning, I'll bring her up an extra scuttleful, as I particularly like a good cup of hot coffee." His meaning was now plain.

Quick as thought, the blood rushed to the face of Mrs.Darlington.
She had borne so much from this man, and felt towards him such utter disgust, that she could forbear no longer.
"Mr.Scragg," said she, with marked indignation, "when a gentleman has any complaint to make, he does it as a gentleman." "Madam!" exclaimed Scragg, with a threat in his voice, while his coarse face became red with anger.
"When a _gentleman_ has any complaint to make, he does it _as_ a gentleman," repeated Mrs.Darlington, with a more particular emphasis than at first.
"I'd thank you to explain yourself," said Scragg, dropping his hands from the table, and elevating his person.
"My words convey my meaning plainly enough.

But, if you cannot understand, I will try to make them clearer.

Your conduct is not that of a gentleman." Of course, Mr.Scragg asked for no further explanation.