Sidney sat at the table eating bread and ham spread with mustard, and there were also a mysterious pie in reserve and a bottle of wine.

"Draw up, Henry," said Sidney.
"I've had supper." "What ?" "Sylvia had chicken salad and flapjacks and hot biscuits." Sidney sniffed.

"Cut a slice off that ham," he ordered, "and draw a chair up.

Not that one; you'll go through.

Yes, that's right.