She was too excited, too much absorbed and interested in seeing him so ravenous to think of herself.

In addition she had gone through much fatigue.
"Coffee--cocoa--to be sure," cried the kindly Hannah, "an' a hot buttered cake besides.

You shan't say a word till I've gotten them ready." The cook had gone.

There was no one in the house save Hannah.

The two went into the kitchen where the fire was burning low--with the aid of the bellows Hannah soon fanned the embers into a flame and she was not happy until Lavinia had eaten and drank.
Then Lavinia told the story of her adventures, hesitatingly at first and afterwards with more confidence seeing that Hannah sympathised and did not chide or ridicule.
"An' do 'ee mean to tell me you're going to Twitenham to-morrow ?" Lavinia nodded.
"What, over a worthless young man who gets drunk at the first chance he has ?" Lavinia fired up.
"He's not worthless and he wasn't drunk." "Hoity-toity.