He found himself sitting opposite Sidney, eating and drinking with intense enjoyment.

Sidney chuckled.

"Good ?" said he.
"I don't know when my victuals have tasted right before," said Henry.
He received a large wedge of the pie on his plate, and his whole face beamed with the first taste.
Sidney leaned across the table and whispered.

"Squabs," said he, "and--robins, big fat ones.

I shot 'em night before last.