"I assure you, we wouldn't be hard on you for anything," exclaimed Cadbury, still more kindly.
"You're very good, sir. I don't really 'ardly know what to suggest, but would the chicken be of any service to you now?"
"The chicken! Well, I'm sure we can't refuse that. What say you, Grey?"
"What on earth should we do with it?" muttered Grey.
"Ah, there is one little difficulty, but only a slight one. Would you add the small favour of roasting it for us, ma'am? We have no convenience for cooking it. We should then call the matter settled, and say no more about it."
"Thank you kindly, sir. I'll roast it, and gladly. And where might I bring it to, sir?"
"Oh, my goodness!" ejaculated Grey under his breath. Cadbury considered a moment.
"I think it will be better to leave it to be called for," he said presently. "We shall probably send someone over next Wednesday."
The woman looked mildly surprised at the suggested interval, but only replied, "Very good, sir. Just when you please. It shall be ready. And this is to go no further?"
"Certainly not. I'm sure you have made all the amends in your power, and we are much obliged to you. Good afternoon! Come, Grey, do you feel as if you could make a start? Lean on my arm, and I will help you."