Sure enough, this was my dish, but done to a turn.

The eggs were new and all unbroken, the ham so lean and yet so tender, that I would not have exchanged my humble, hearty meal for the best dinner served that night in London.

It made a new man of me, after my long journey and my cold, damp drive.

I was for chatting with Mrs.Braithwaite when she came up to clear away.

I thought she might be glad to talk after the life she must lead with her afflicted husband, but it seemed to have had the opposite effect on her.
All I elicited was an ambiguous statement as to the distance between the cottage and the hall; it was "not so far." And so she left me to my pipe and to my best night yet, in the stillest spot I have ever slept in on dry land; one heard nothing but the bubble of a beck; and it seemed very, very far away.
A fine, bright morning showed me my new surroundings in their true colors; even in the sunshine these were not very gay.