A breakfast meeting that’s a far cry from the croissant and orange juice business versions that have crept into our world. Somehow we tend to invite people for lunch or dinner, but breakfast has its own charm. I have some cards and postcards featuring paintings of dream breakfasts.
‘Carrol, we shall want some more coffee and eggs, and haven’t you got some cold fowl for us to eat with that ham? Why, this is like the old days, Arthur; you haven’t been to breakfast with me these five years.’
Source: George Eliot, Adam Bede (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1985 (1859)), p. 213