It don't put you out, do it, my lord ?" "No, no, it doesn't put me out, friend; nothing will put me out, unless that supper is not the very best which Miss Sally can cook, and which has ever been served in 'The Fisherman's Rest.'" "You need have no fear of that, my lord," said Sally, who all this while had been busy setting the table for supper.

And very gay and inviting it looked, with a large bunch of brilliantly coloured dahlias in the centre, and the bright pewter goblets and blue china about.
"How many shall I lay for, my lord ?" "Five places, pretty Sally, but let the supper be enough for ten at least--our friends will be tired, and, I hope, hungry.

As for me, I vow I could demolish a baron of beef to-night." "Here they are, I do believe," said Sally excitedly, as a distant clatter of horses and wheels could now be distinctly heard, drawing rapidly nearer.
There was a general commotion in the coffee-room.

Everyone was curious to see my Lord Antony's swell friends from over the water.

Miss Sally cast one or two quick glances at the little bit of mirror which hung on the wall, and worthy Mr.Jellyband bustled out in order to give the first welcome himself to his distinguished guests.