I'll bring him in with the pudding.

P'raps if you was to give him a little bit he wouldn't be shy.
He's very fond of gingerbread pudding." "I wish I were!" sighed Juliet, as her landlady's portly form disappeared.

"I shall certainly have to have a cigarette after it, and then there will only be one left! Oh, dear, why was I brought up among the flesh-pots ?" She broke off with a sudden irresistible laugh, and rising went to the window.

Someone was sauntering down the road on the other side of the high privet hedge.

There came to her a whiff of cigarette-smoke wafted on the sea-breeze.