The swelling of his face had now somewhat abated, but the bruises were showing out in darker colors than before; still he looked fresher and better.
"Here is your breakfast, Ned, and if you don't enjoy it Jane will be terribly disappointed." "I shall enjoy it, doctor.

I feel very weak; but I do think I am hungry." "You ought to be, Ned, seeing that you have eaten nothing for two days." The doctor removed the cloth which covered the tray.

The meal consisted of three kidneys and two eggs, and a great pile of buttered toast.

The steam curled out of the spout of a dainty china teapot, and there was a small jug brimful of cream.
The tears came into Ned's eyes.
"Oh! how good you are, doctor!" "Nonsense, good!" the doctor said; "come, eat away, that will be the best thanks to Jane and me." Ned needed no pressing.

He ate languidly at first; but his appetite came as he went on, and he drank cup after cup of the fragrant tea, thick with cream.