Istillstoodabsolutelydumfounderedatwhatappearedtomehermiraculousself—possessionandmostinscrutablehypocrisy，whenthecookentered。
“Mrs。Poole，”saidshe，addressingGrace，“theservants’dinnerwillsoonbeready:willyoucomedown？”
“No;justputmypintofporterandbitofpuddingonatray，andI’llcarryitupstairs。”
“You’llhavesomemeat？”
“Justamorsel，andatasteofcheese，that’sall。”