By fragmentz on Skatehive
“Really,” he remarks, rubbing his hands complacently, “this will be quite a cheerful family tea, to which I’ve long been a stranger — only it ain’t tea, and we ain’t a family — but that’s like me. Draw up to the table, my good sir, and let’s begin, for I’m absolutely starving. My dinner must have gone all the wrong way, on account of the worry I’ve been in, for I’m sure I don’t know what’s become of it. Dear me! it’s just occurred to me that perhaps you don’t like coffee.”“Oh, yes, I do, sir.”“Well, that’s a blessing! Now let me try and pour out for you, and if I don’t make it to your liking, pray mention it, and I shall be extremely obliged to you. I’m such a remarkably helpless man, and so little used to pouring out anything for anybody except myself — and I’m nobody — that I’m almost sure to bungle. Here’s cream, here’s sugar, here’s (holding it close, to make out what) something I can’t specify, but it’s something to eat, and very nice, I dare say. Now, do try it. I shall feel pers