The hungry epicure disappointed [art original]

A man with a queue wig and wearing spectacles (right) sits expectantly at a small round tea table set for two; his hands on the table glench his knife and fork, his napkin tied around his neck like a bib. He leans forward as he eyes the food approach carried by a woman in a mop cap and wearing spectacles who stands full lengh (left) holding a long handled frying pan heaped high with dark ashes. He says, "Come, come, Dame is'nt my eggs and bacon done yet. I'm literally famish'd in waiting." She replies, "I am very sorry to inform your worship that just as I had done 'em so nice all this here soot fell into the pan."