"Cold?" said she, staring, "cold—of course not! It would be nice an' hot, with thick gravy an' a tater or so. An' as for clammy, who ever heard o' liver as wasn't? Calves' liver, mind! They can't put me off with sheep's—no, siree! Skudder's young man tried to once—he did so!"
"Foolish, foolhardy young man!" murmured Ravenslee.
"Mr. Geoffrey," sighed Mrs. Trapes, and her elbows were particularly needle-like, "I jest took that piece o' sheep's liver an' wrapped it round that young man's face."
"Unhappy young man!" murmured Mr. Ravenslee.
"Y' see, Mr. Geoffrey, though a widder an' therefore lorn, I ain't to be trod on in the matter of livers, or anything else!"
"I'm sure of it, Mrs. Trapes."
"But if you don't kind of fancy liver, how about sassiges? Sassiges is tasty an' filling, an' cheap. What d' ye say to sassiges?"
"Sausages," answered Mr. Ravenslee, shaking grave head, "sausages demand such unbounded faith in the—er—sausagee—or should it be sausage-or?"
"Oh, well—a chop, cut thick an' with a kidney in it—what d' ye say to a chop, now?"
"No, a chop in an hour, Mrs. Trapes, or say, two hours, will be most welcome. Are you very busy?"