Which is the case with so many of us! You didn't say what meal, my dear.

Have a nice jumble of all meals.' Rosa thanked him, but said she could only take a cup of tea.

Mr.
Grewgious, after several times running out, and in again, to mention such supplementary items as marmalade, eggs, watercresses, salted fish, and frizzled ham, ran across to Furnival's without his hat, to give his various directions.

And soon afterwards they were realised in practice, and the board was spread.
'Lord bless my soul,' cried Mr.Grewgious, putting the lamp upon it, and taking his seat opposite Rosa; 'what a new sensation for a poor old Angular bachelor, to be sure!' [Picture: Mr.Grewgious experiences a new sensation] Rosa's expressive little eyebrows asked him what he meant?
'The sensation of having a sweet young presence in the place, that whitewashes it, paints it, papers it, decorates it with gilding, and makes it Glorious!' said Mr.Grewgious.

'Ah me! Ah me!' As there was something mournful in his sigh, Rosa, in touching him with her tea-cup, ventured to touch him with her small hand too.
'Thank you, my dear,' said Mr.Grewgious.