She would thus descend to the kitchen once a day, eat her dinner, smoke a moderate pipe on the hearth, and go back, carrying her pot of porter with her, for her private solace, in her own gloomy, upper haunt.
Grace bajaba a comer a la cocina una vez al día, fumaba una pipa junto al fogón y se marchaba llevándose a su guarida, para su solaz, una voluminosa jarra de cerveza.