But Miss Stanbury had spoken, and things upon the whole had gone very well.
"I hope you like roast chicken, my dear ?" said Miss Stanbury.
"Oh, thank you." "And bread sauce?
Jane, I do hope the bread sauce is hot." If the reader thinks that Miss Stanbury was indifferent to considerations of the table, the reader is altogether ignorant of Miss Stanbury's character.

When Miss Stanbury gave her niece the liver-wing, and picked out from the attendant sausages one that had been well browned and properly broken in the frying, she meant to do a real kindness.
"And now, my dear, there are mashed potatoes and bread sauce.

As for green vegetables, I don't know what has become of them.

They tell me I may have green peas from France at a shilling a quart; but if I can't have English green peas, I won't have any." Miss Stanbury was standing up as she said this,--as she always did on such occasions, liking to have a full mastery over the dish.
"I hope you like it, my dear ?" "Everything is so very nice." "That's right.

I like to see a young woman with an appetite.