eat Bed of Ware then by comparison.

How, during the governor's absence in search of their friends, Cobbs,
feeling himself all the while to be "the meanest rascal for deceiving
'em, that ever was born," gets up a cock and a bull story about a pony
he's acquainted with, who'll take them on nicely to Gretna Green--but
who was not at liberty the first day, and the next was only "half
clipped, you see, and couldn't be took out in that state for fear it
should strike to his inside"--was related with the zest of one who had
naturally the keenest relish possible for every humorous particular.
Finding the lady in tears one time when Boots goes to see how the
runaway couple are getting on, "Mrs. Harry Walmers, junior, fatigued,
sir?" asks Cobbs. "Yes, she is tired, Cobbs; but she is not used to be
away from home, and she has been in low spirits again. Cobbs, do you
think you could bring a biffin, please?"--"I ask your pardon, sir, What
was it you ------?" "I think a Norfolk biffin would rouse her, Cobbs."
Restoratives of that kind, Boots would seem to have regarded as too
essential to Mrs. Harry Walmers junior's happiness. Hence, when he comes
upon the pair over their dinner of "biled fowl and bread-and-butter
pudding," Boots privately owns that "he could have wished to have seen
her more sensible to the woice of love, and less abandoning of herself
to the currants in the pudding." According to Cobbs's own account of the
gentleman, however, it should be added that _he_ too could play his part
very effectively at table, for--having mentioned another while, how the
two of them had ordered overnight sweet milk-and-water and toast and
currant jelly for breakfast--when Cobbs comes upon them the next morning
at their meal, he describes Master Harry as sitting behind his breakfast
cup "a tearing away at the jelly as if he had been his own father!"

Remorseful in the thought of betraying them, Boots at one moment
declared, that rather than combine any longer against them, he would by
preference "have had it out in half-a-dozen rounds with the governor!"
And at another time, when the said governor had returned from York,
"with Mr. Walmers and a elderly lady," Boots, while conducting Mr.
Walmers upstairs, could not for the life of him help pausing at the
room door, with, "I beg your pardon, sir, I hope you are not angry with
Master Harry. For Master Harry's a fine boy, sir, and will do you credit
and honour." Boots signifying while he rel