Mrs. Insoley.
When breakfast’s at ten o’clock I cannot imagine why people shouldn’t be punctual.
Cobbett.
Neither can I. [Going to the sideboard.] Let’s have a look at the food.
Mrs. Insoley.
See if there’s anything I’d like, Louisa.
Cobbett.
[Taking off the covers.] There’s fried sole—eggs and bacon.
Mrs. Insoley.
The staple of every middle-class hotel in the kingdom.