Then she brought two more--as calmly as she could.
Sensation again--with awed murmurs.

Again she brought two -- walking on air, she was so proud.

The guests were petrified, and the mason muttered: "There is that about earthly pomps which doth ever move to reverence." As the dame turned away, Marco couldn't help slapping on the climax while the thing was hot; so he said with what was meant for a languid composure but was a poor imitation of it: "These suffice; leave the rest." So there were more yet! It was a fine effect.

I couldn't have played the hand better myself.
From this out, the madam piled up the surprises with a rush that fired the general astonishment up to a hundred and fifty in the shade, and at the same time paralyzed expression of it down to gasped "Oh's" and "Ah's," and mute upliftings of hands and eyes.
She fetched crockery--new, and plenty of it; new wooden goblets and other table furniture; and beer, fish, chicken, a goose, eggs, roast beef, roast mutton, a ham, a small roast pig, and a wealth of genuine white wheaten bread.

Take it by and large, that spread laid everything far and away in the shade that ever that crowd had seen before.