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. 
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.
