Pong howled all night long, but his howls were as nothing compared to the screams of night birds in the trees close by.
The deepest gloom pervaded the household when Lady Deppingham discovered that not one of their retinue knew how to make coffee or broil bacon.
Not that she cared for bacon, but that his lordship always asked for it when they did not have it.

The evening before they had philosophically dined on tinned food.

She brewed a delightful tea, and Antoine opened three or four kinds of wine.

Altogether it was not so bad.

But in the morning! Everything looked different in the morning.