n,” said Mr. Trumbull, finishing his ale
pushed aside his plate, poured out his glass of ale
If any person demands better, he is at liberty to do so; but, God bless me, what an aroma! I should be glad to buy in that quality, I know. There is some gratification to a gentleman” – here Mr. Trumbull’s voice conveyed an emotional remonstrance – “in having this kind of ham set on his table.”
“I shall take a mere mouthful of ham and a glass of ale,” he said, reassuringly. “As a man with public business, I take a snack when I can. I will back this ham,” he added, after swallowing some morsels with alarming haste, “against any ham in the three kingdoms. In my opinion it is better than the hams at Freshitt Hall – and I think I am a tolerable judge.”
“Some don’t like so much sugar in their hams,” said Mrs. Waule. “But my poor brother would always have sugar.”
don’t mind if I have a slice of that ham, and a glass of that ale, Miss Garth, if you will allow me,”
d corner to sit in and a supply of food
treating to veal and ham.
ows, I don’t grudge them every ham in the house – only, save the best for the funeral. Have some stuffed veal always, and a fine cheese in cut. You must expect to keep open house in these last illnesses,”
s manager of the household she felt bound to ask them in good provincial fashion to stay and eat; but she chose to consult Mrs. Vincy on the point of extra down-stairs consumption now that Mr. Featherstone was laid up.
They knew Peter’s maxim, that money was a good egg, and should be laid in a warm nest.
