As it happens, I was giving Sabina a short lecture on the art of cookery some days before I heard of the judge's arrival.

I was speaking to her about the advisability of knocking together an occasional omelette for you, or a nice little savoury made of olives and hard-boiled eggs.

I found her unusually receptive, and quite prepared to follow up the ideas I put before her.
There was just one thing stood in her way--" "Who'd eat the like of them things ?" said Doyle.
"You would," said Meldon, "if you got them.

But you won't, not from Sabina Gallagher, because you're determined to sack her.

And not from any other cook as long as you pay the perfectly miserable wages you do at present.