'I should have thought you were fond of it.

There was always some on the table at Farleigh, I think.' 'You don't seem to take much interest in my likes and dislikes.' 'I'm too much possessed by the happy thought that you like me,' was the _ex officio_ reply, in silvery tones.
This little episode was unnoticed by every one but Caterina.

Sir Christopher was listening with polite attention to Lady Assher's history of her last man-cook, who was first-rate at gravies, and for that reason pleased Sir John--he was so particular about his gravies, was Sir John: and so they kept the man six years in spite of his bad pastry.

Lady Cheverel and Mr.Gilfil were smiling at Rupert the bloodhound, who had pushed his great head under his master's arm, and was taking a survey of the dishes, after snuffing at the contents of the Baronet's plate.
When the ladies were in the drawing-room again, Lady Assher was soon deep in a statement to Lady Cheverel of her views about burying people in woollen.
'To be sure, you must have a woollen dress, because it's the law, you know; but that need hinder no one from putting linen underneath.

I always used to say, "If Sir John died tomorrow, I would bury him in his shirt;" and I did.