He cast a rapid glance round the premises,and a smile of something like contempt lighted up his features."Will you bring pen and ink,if you please,and I will write down a few of the articles which will be necessary for us?We shall require,if you please,eight more stew-pans,a couple of braising-pans,eight saute-pans,six bainmarie-pans,a freezing-pot with accessories,and a few more articles of which I will inscribe the names."And Mr.Cavalcadour did so,dashing down,with the rapidity of genius,a tremendous list of ironmongery goods,which he handed over to Mrs.Timmins.
She and her mamma were quite frightened by the awful catalogue.
"I will call three days hence and superintend the progress of matters;and we will make the stock for the soup the day before the dinner.""Don't you think,sir,"here interposed Mrs.Gashleigh,"that one soup--a fine rich mock-turtle,such as I have seen in the best houses in the West of England,and such as the late Lord Fortyskewer--""You will get what is wanted for the soups,if you please,"Mr.
Cavalcadour continued,not heeding this interruption,and as bold as a captain on his own quarter-deck:"for the stock of clear soup,you will get a leg of beef,a leg of veal,and a ham.""We,munseer,"said the cook,dropping a terrified curtsy:"a leg of beef,a leg of veal,and a ham.""You can't serve a leg of veal at a party,"said Mrs.Gashleigh;"and a leg of beef is not a company dish.""Madame,they are to make the stock of the clear soup,"Mr.
Cavalcadour said.
"WHAT!"cried Mrs.Gashleigh;and the cook repeated his former expression.