A laugh came from over the frying-pan.
“If you’re not careful, old party, you’ll have some of this hot fat on your head.”
Benjamin had finished his toilette, and walked into the other room.
The small, square table was spread with a white cloth, and a place was set for one.
“But, my dear, won’t you partake?” said Benjamin, eyeing the arrangement of the table.
“I’m not hungry,” the girl replied. “I’ll watch the lion feed.”
The little room was filled with the smell of cooked viands, and Tresco seated himself in readiness to eat.
The smoking steak, garnished with fried onions and potatoes, was placed before him.
“For what I am about to receive, my dear, I thank you.” Gently squeezing the ex-bar-maid’s hand, he kissed it.
“Now, that’ll do. You’re getting giddy in your old age—it must be the effect of the steak. Cupboard love, cupboard love!”