“go up to my room and lie down. i’ll call the landlady, to make you some tea. you are starving. no, not a word. you’ve done your day’s work, little woman, and earned a rest. you can come home to-morrow on the stage, if you’re rested.” so he foraged, and brought triumphantly forth half a chicken, a couple of slices of melon and some light biscuits, with a generous noggin of milk to wash it all down. the landlady grunted an inquiry, was informed of the facts, and forbidden to disturb herself, nor emerge from her bunk in the lean-to. based on the context in the excerpt, the best meaning of the word “foraged” is