"Personally, I do not think it would.

Indeed, one could fancy that a man of taste would sooner be interred decently, which is why I will take a very little of the tea.

You see, our mode of life in England, unfortunately, depends to some extent upon my retaining the good will of Mr.Alton of Somasco.
He will, however, have to excuse me from tasting his butter." The girl poured a little of the tea into the cups, and then emptied the pot over the balustrade, which was, as it happened, a blunder, because while she endeavoured to crumble a small portion of the bread so as to convey the impression that she had been eating it, Alton and Seaforth came into the verandah.
The latter glanced at her, and, for he could not help it, a little smile flickered in his eyes.
"It is a very long while since I had afternoon tea, and I am not sure that Harry ever indulged in it in his life," he said.

"I will bring some more cups if you will give us some." Deringham looked at his daughter reproachfully, though his eyes twinkled, and for just a moment a flush crept into the girl's face, but she laughed as she said, "Then I must trouble to ask the cook for more water." Alton hammered upon the suspended iron sheet, and in a minute or two the cook appeared again with a large plateful of sliced pork which he laid down before Miss Deringham.
"I was figuring you would change your mind, and if you want any more you have only to ask for it," he said.
It cost the girl an effort to repress a shiver of disgust, but though she succeeded Alton saw her face, and she noticed that the bronze grew a trifle darker in his forehead.

It seemed that he guessed her thoughts, but the fact that he offered no explanation and made no excuse for the uninviting fare pleased her.