Then I spent the evening in discussing with myself the momentous questions whether I should lay in tea-cakes or penny buns, whether I need have brown bread as well as white, whether Mrs Nash's tea would be good enough, whether I should help my great dish--the eel- pie--myself, or trust it to one of the company to do.
These and similar momentous matters engaged my thoughts.

And it began to dawn on me further that my financial estimates had been greatly out, and that my supper would cost me nearer a pound than ten shillings.
Never mind.

After all, was I not worth twelve shillings a week?
I needn't trouble about the expense.

Besides, the pastrycook had agreed to give me credit, so that really I should have comparatively little to pay down.
A far more serious anxiety was Mrs Nash.

It required constant and most assiduous attention to keep her in good temper.