'For what we are going to receive----'" "I wish you a good appetite to it, Sergeant," I said.

"My appetite is gone.

I'll wait and see you served, and then I'll ask you to excuse me, if I go away, and try to get the better of this by myself." I saw him served with the best of everything--and I shouldn't have been sorry if the best of everything had choked him.

The head gardener (Mr.
Begbie) came in at the same time, with his weekly account.

The Sergeant got on the subject of roses and the merits of grass walks and gravel walks immediately.