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I have never been so severe as to forbid cooked food on my table, but many of the families do. This morning, however, we are compelled to sacrifice our weaknesses to Sary's ways." So the bread and jam was eaten with the omelette, to the accompaniment of cold water, and then the master prepared to leave the table.
It costs less to give you a tunny omelette than to lavish the resources of my brain on you." "Do you bargain with your friends?" "My dear fellow," said Henri, who rarely denied himself a sarcasm, "since all the same, you may some day need, like anybody else, to use discretion, and since I have much love for you yes, I like you!
To be sure, Bolt had caught the great pike which headed the feast; and Bolt, no doubt, had helped to rear those fine chickens ab ovo; Bolt, I have no doubt, made that excellent Spanish omelette; and, for the rest, the products of the sheepwalk and the garden came in as volunteer auxiliaries, very different from the mercenary recruits by which those metropolitan Condottieri, the butcher and greengrocer, hasten the ruin of that melancholy commonwealth called "genteel poverty."
There's a narrow street; a few pretty old cottages; a comfortable hotel where we had crabs, divine though devilled, and omelette au rhum floating in flames of the blue I should like my eyes to be when angry; there's a post-office, and nothing else that I can think of, except circling hills, a golden sweep of beach, and sea of ethereal azure creaming against contorted rocks.
Leroux!" she cried, "I shall CERTAINLY report you to Mira, now! You have not even touched the omelette!" "Good God! Cumberly! stop her!" muttered Exel, uneasily. "The door was not latched!"... But it was too late. Even as the physician turned to intercept his daughter, she crossed the threshold of the study.
Even when her husband had come in with the tray Mrs. Bunting had gone on reading, only lifting up her eyes for a moment. At last he said rather crossly, "Put down that paper, Ellen, this minute! The omelette I've cooked for you will be just like leather if you don't eat it."
"Worn out, of course!" he said, sympathetically. "Unpardonable on my part not to have thought of it before. We will resume our conversation to-morrow. Permit me to give you a candle. Mrs. Wragge!" Prostrated by mental exertion, Mrs. Wragge was pursuing the course of the omelette in dreams. Her head was twisted one way, and her body the other. She snored meekly.
The slice of steak, the tiny omelette, the minute moulded morsels of butter, even the roll of bread and little sucrier and cream-jug placed before each person, have each been carefully gauged as to the usual dimensions of an ordinary appetite. Nothing is squandered and nothing is wasted.
"The household servants have 'downed tools, madame," said Richardson. "Downed tools!" exclaimed Sophie; "do you mean to say they've gone on strike?" "Yes, madame," said Richardson, adding the information: "It's Gaspare that the trouble is about." "Gaspare?" said Sophie wanderingly; "the emergency chef! The omelette specialist!" "Yes, madame.
Kemp's honest eyes met Randy's burning glance. "No, I am not afraid. I am leaving his service, sir." They stared at him. "Leaving his service, why?" Randy demanded. "He called me a fool this morning. And I am not a fool, sir." "What made him say that?" Randy asked, with interest. "He ordered a kidney omelette for breakfast, and I brought it, and he wouldn't eat it, and blamed me.
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