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It is mentioned in Domesday Boke as belonging to the bishop of Bayeux in Normandy, famous for the historic piece of tapestry. Wadard, a gentleman with a Saxon name, held it of him, probably for the quit rent of an annual eel-pie, although the consideration is not stated. The clergy were, by reason of their frequent meagre days and seasons, great consumers of fish.
Moodie was busy under-bushing for a full fallow. Malcolm spent much of his time in the garden, or lounging about the house. I had baked an eel-pie for dinner, which if prepared well is by no means an unsavoury dish.
"Hullo, young un!" cried my host as I entered his now familiar lodgings; "all waiting for you. Why, how glum you look! Has the Lantern been lecturing you? or have you been having a dose of cold eel-pie on the road? or what? Come on. You know all these fellows. By the way, my boy, glorious news for you!
I think I've heard you praise that Union before; though, like a fond fool as I've always been, I never once suspected the reason of it. "And now, of course, day and night, you'll never be at home. No, you'll live and sleep at Eel-Pie Island! I shall be left alone with nothing but my thoughts, thinking when the broker will come, and you'll be with your brother directors.
Then we pass Kingston, where several Saxon kings were crowned, and the coronation-stone, marked with their names, it is said, still remains in the market-place. Teddington Lock is the last upon the Thames, and a mile below is Eel-Pie Island, lying off Twickenham, renowned for the romance that surrounds its ancient ferry.
In a day or two I shall see another fine flourish in the paper, with a proposal for a branch from Eel-Pie Island to the Chelsea Bun-house. Give you a mile of rail, and I know you men you'll take a hundred. Well, if it didn't make me quiver to read that stuff in the paper, and your name to it! But I suppose it was Mr. Prettyman's work; for his precious name's among 'em.
"Have some lobster?" I said, despairingly. If no one was going to take eel-pie, it was certain my other provisions would not last round. Why hadn't I taken Mrs Nash's advice, and had that unlucky dish hot? "What will you take?" I said to Flanagan. "Oh, I don't mind," replied he, in a resigned manner; "I'll take a shrimp or two." "Have something more than that. Have some lobster?" I said.
No: if you've really made money by the Eel-Pie line, and will give it to me to take care of for the dear children, why, perhaps, love, I'll say no more of the matter. What? "Yes, of course: I never ask you for money, but that's the word. "And now, catch you stopping at the Eel-Pie line! Oh no; I know your aggravating spirit.
How I wished I were safe on the other side of that awful Thursday! The day came at last, and I hurried home as hard as I could after business to make my final preparations. The eel-pie was arriving as I got there, and my heart was comforted by the sight. Something, at least, was ready. But my joy was short-lived, for Mrs Nash was in a temper.
I gave her five, and giving her my address in New York, told her to find work and let me know how she got on. She did find work in an eel-pie shop in Red Lion Square, High Holborn. I saw her two years later in London, and possibly may refer to her again in this story. I went down to Liverpool and embarked on the good ship Java. Ten days later we sailed through the Narrows.
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