The usual affray took place about the dinner, which meal, when Sarah at last brought it into the room, she almost flung upon the table, with a look that expressed quite plainly, "I never dished such stuff i' my life afore; it's not fit for dogs." Notwithstanding Sarah's scorn, it was a savoury repast enough. The soup was a sort of pure of dried peas, which mademoiselle had prepared amidst bitter lamentations that in this desolate country of England no haricot beans were to be had. Then came a dish of meat--nature unknown, but supposed to be miscellaneous--singularly chopped up with crumbs of bread, seasoned uniquely though not unpleasantly, and baked in a mould--a queer but by no means unpalatable dish. Greens, oddly bruised, formed the accompanying vegetable; and a pt of fruit, conserved after a recipe devised by Madame Grard Moore's "grand'mre," and from the taste of which it appeared probable that "mlasse" had been substituted for sugar, completed the dinner.
Caroline had no objection to this Belgian cookery--indeed she rather liked it for a change; and it was well she did so, for had she evinced any disrelish thereof, such manifestation would have injured her in mademoiselle's good graces for ever; a positive crime might have been more easily pardoned than a symptom of distaste for the foreign comestibles.

The usual affray took place about the dinner, which Sarah almost flung upon the table, with a look that said quite plainly, "I never dished such stuff i' my life afore; it's not fit for dogs." It was a savoury repast enough. The soup was a pure of dried peas, followed by a dish of miscellaneous meat - chopped up with breadcrumbs, seasoned uniquely though not unpleasantly, and baked in a mould - a strange but tasty dish.
Caroline had no objection to this Belgian cookery - indeed, she rather liked it; and it was just as well, for showing any distaste would have injured her in mademoiselle's good graces for ever.
