Thomas, a knife and fork for Mr.Raymond.
The cutlets are cold, I'm afraid; but I can recommend the cold saddle, and the ham--it's a York ham.

Go to the sideboard and forage for yourself.

I wanted company.

My boy and Honoria are at Falmouth yachting, and have left me alone.

What, you won't eat?
A glass of claret, then, at any rate." "To tell the truth, Sir Harry," Taffy began awkwardly.