ted the footmen with injunctions of despatch60; but Sir Thomas resolutely61 declined all dinner: he would take nothing, nothing till tea came–he would rather wait for tea. Still Mrs. Norris was at intervals62 urging something different; and in the most interesting moment of his passage to England, when the alarm of a French privateer was at the height, she burst through his recital63 with the proposal of soup. “Sure, my dear Sir Thomas, a basin of soup would be a much better thing for you than tea. Do have a basin of soup.”
Sir Thomas could not be provoked. “Still the same anxiety for everybody’s comfort, my dear Mrs. Norris,” was his answer. “But indeed I would rather have nothing but tea.”
“Well, then, Lady Bertram, suppose you speak for tea directly; suppose you hurry Baddeley a little; he seems behindhand to-night.” She carried this point, and Sir Thomas’s narrative proceeded.