Eggspoon

[…] / But he must eat his egg, as we eat ours, / Without the help of egg-cup, in his fingers / Holding it canny, wrapt in snow-white napkin; / Nor for gold-lackered eggspoons let him hope / In the Tiról; appurtenances those / To make the musty London egg go down, / As pews and velvet cushions and gilt prayerbooks, / And litanies and sacraments and credos, / To clothe the nakedness of venal Christ.

The young men sat down to break their fast. Lo and behold, there were no eggspoons! The little hand-bell was smartly rung, but the servant turned a deaf ear to it (she had no other.) After two or three repetitions of the tintinabulating process the waitress arrived, probably congratulating herself that she had attended so promptly, and quite unconscious of the fact that she had been in such demand. The request was made for eggspoons.

She compromised by saying nothing, rescuing one of her silver eggspoons that Lola was just about to attack with a pot-scourer.