She and Mrs.Burton had both marvelled that day at the exceeding handiness displayed by Jervis Ferrars.

He had made the bed for the stricken head of the house as deftly as a woman might have done, and had helped in the kitchen at supper time as if he had been getting meals regularly for the last two or three years; but of this she was not disposed to speak, and waited in silence for Oily Dave to state his requirements.
"I want some canned tomatoes.

Have you got any ?" "We have plenty of two-pound tins, but we are sold out of the smaller ones," she answered, then made a mental note that in future she would buy all small tins, because they sold so much more easily.
"That's a nuisance, but I suppose I'll have to put up with it," he said, with a sigh and another shake of his head.

"Fact is, I want to take home a relish for supper.

My lodger don't take to simple food such as we are used to in these parts.