'I've brought a lodger,' said Martha casually. 'I got him from Ma Battleaxe's.''The name is Phillips,' Mr Phillips said.'I thought it was,' agreed Martha. 'He gave notice himself,' she added to Dolores. 'Shall I get my supper?' - and without waiting for a reply stumped through to the kitchen and there as a reward for her exertions opened the last three tins in the larder - a tin of salmon, a tin of pineapple, and a tin of baked beans. It was so long since she'd felt a little sick after a meal, the sensation was rather agreeable; and she easily settled herself down with a few plain biscuits.
Margery Sharp The Eye of Love (1957)