"Yes, sah, dat quite true, Mistah Grenvile," replied our sable attendant.  "Well, sah, I find dem all in de steward's pantry--where else?  Ah, gentleum, dis is wery different from de appearance ob de table in de midshipmen's berth aboard de _Shark_, eh?  No tin cups and plates here, sah; no rusty old bread barge; no battered old coffeepot; no not'ing ob dat sort.  And I t'ink, gentleum, dat if you is pleased wid de table 'pointments dat you will be equally so wid de grub dat I shall hab de honour to place before you.  Dis luncheon is not'ing much, just a fresh-cut ham"--lifting a dish-cover--"and a cold boiled tongue"--lifting another.  "But dere is fine white biscuit, such as you nebber see aboard de _Shark_, and on dat sideboard I hab a prime cheese--"