A cup of brandy had to be brought him before he could descend to breakfast; and the perfection of Nance's dream was for the first time troubled.
Jonathan was waiting for them at table, with yellow, blood-shot eyes and a peculiar dusky complexion.

He hardly waited till they found their seats, before, raising one hand, and stooping with his mouth above his plate, he put up a prayer for a blessing on the food and a spirit of gratitude in the eaters, and thereupon, and without more civility, fell to.

But it was notable that he was no less speedily satisfied than he had been greedy to begin.

He pushed his plate away and drummed upon the table.
'These are silly prayers,' said he, 'that they teach us.

Eat and be thankful, that's no such wonder.