To this she added a couple of cups of water and stirred briskly over the fire.

When it had sobbed and sighed with the heat for some few minutes, she sliced up the corned beef and mixed it in with the rest.
And by the time she had seasoned it heavily with salt and black pepper, a savory steam was rising from the concoction.
"Must say it's pretty good stuff," he said, balancing his plate on his knee and sampling the mess avidiously.

"What do you happen to call it ?" "Slumgullion," she responded curtly, and thereafter the meal went on in silence.
Frona helped him to the coffee, studying him intently the while.

And not only was it not an unpleasant face, she decided, but it was strong.
Strong, she amended, potentially rather than actually.

A student, she added, for she had seen many students' eyes and knew the lasting impress of the midnight oil long continued; and his eyes bore the impress.