'I don't know what _you_ think I ought to have for breakfast, so I shall take what _I_ think.' He drew a long breath, trying to draw courage in with it, threw back his shoulders more soldierly than ever, and marched in through the back door and straight to the larder.

Then he took what he thought he ought to have for breakfast.

This is what he thought: 1 cherry pie, 2 custards in cups, 1 cold sausage, 2 pieces of cold toast, 1 piece of cheese, 2 lemon cheese-cakes, 1 small jam tart (there was only one left), Butter, 1 pat.
'What jolly things the servants have to eat,' he said.

'I never knew.

I thought that nothing but mutton and rice grew here.' He put all the food on a silver tray and carried it out on to the terrace, which lies between the two wings at the back of the house.