There was some wild fowl, and he was agreeably surprised as he watched the mental anxiety and gastronomic skill with which Burton went through the process of preparing the gravy, with lemon and pepper, having in the room a little silver pot, and an apparatus of fire for the occasion.

He would as soon have expected the Archbishop of Canterbury himself to go through such an operation in the dining-room at Lambeth as the hard-working man of business whom he had known in the chambers of the Adelphi.
"Does he always do that, Mrs.Burton ?" Harry asked.
"Always," said Burton, "when I get the materials.

One doesn't bother oneself about a cold leg of mutton, you know, which is my usual dinner when we are alone.

The children have it hot in the middle of the day." "Such a thing never happened to him yet, Harry," said Mrs.Burton.
"Gently with the pepper," said the editor.

It was the first word he had spoken for some time.
"Be good enough to remember that, yourself, when you are writing your article to-night." "No, none for me, Theodore, said Mrs.Burton.
"Cissy!" "I have dined really.