The Garden of Resurrection by E. Temple Thurston

Now, of course, that I know what Bellwattle has told her husband about / me, I view Cruikshank in a different light. Now, moreover, that he / imagines he knows my little secret, he does the same with me. I catch / his eyes looking at me with a cunning expression that is humorous, too, / as though he found a hidden meaning in every word I said.

"This place suits your appetite," he remarked the other morning, at / breakfast, when I put away my empty porridge-dish and fell to work upon / the fresh mackerel which had been caught at sunrise. "You don't eat / like this in London."