And, indeed, I was hungry.
"Oh, you must come," said Mr.Andrewes, leading me away without waiting for an answer.

"I'm sure you must be hungry, and the dog too.
What's his name, eh ?" "Rubens," said I.
"Does he paint ?" Mr.Andrewes inquired.

But as I knew nothing of Painter Peter Paul Rubens or his works, I was only puzzled, and said he knew a good many tricks which I had taught him.
"We'll see if he can beg for chicken-bones," said the parson, hospitably; and indoors we went.

Mr.Andrewes said grace, though not in the words to which I was accustomed, and we sat down together, Rubens lying by my chair.

I endeavoured to conduct myself with the strictest propriety, and I believe succeeded, except for the trifling mischance of spilling some bread-sauce on to my jacket.