"How d’ye do, Mrs. Pouncey?" said Eves, shaking hands.  "Mr. Templeton has been telling me you’re the best cook in the three kingdoms.  You know you did, Bob; don’t protest.  He’s very hard to please, Mrs. Pouncey, very; and if he’s satisfied, you may be sure that a man of my humbler tastes will be absolutely bowled over."