Recipes
"I may as well know first as last," said Harriet, "do you like your eggs boiled or scrambled?"
"Boiled ," he said, "four minutes."
"We will dip our bread and butter in them she said, settling the parcels in her arms as if they were a baby."
... she looked a little disconsolate, as if she had divined that though he might believe it he would not like it. "Let us have tea first!" she begged rather sadly; but smiled brilliantly under her lashes ...
... she had opened for him a new pot of the quince jelly and the apple jelly flavoured with orange, though only the other day he had heard her lamenting that such conserves lose their flavour almost as soon as they are exposed to the air.
Prattling not too intelligently about India and elephants and Nabobs’ jewels, she fiddled about her garden cutting lavender-flowers till the basket she had slung on her forearm was full, and then fluttered indoors to put them on her windowsills to dry; and then she sat behind her silver equipage and gave him very good homemade scones and country butter, and giggled a great deal.
“I will take a china plate from my dresser, and I will carry it alone to the pastrycook at the end of the street, and will bring it domed with a dish-cover, tarnished and with a loose knob on the top, very miserable-looking and streaked with a meagre slice cut from a bird communally roasted for the very poor. ’Twill not take me long to eat it. Not long enough. Then, for my second course, I will take from a paper-bag one of the tragic mince-pies of the very poor, that is a deal of wan pastry to two currants, a lean sultana, and a smear of sweetness. There were two in the bag once, but I ate the other on the previous night. That was my Christmas Eve”
After dinner they will sit together in one of her great chairs before the fire, and they will drink champagne from the same glass, and she will not want to drink it, but will plague him to watch the shining bubbles. |
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