Have another cutlet ?" "Thanks." "Gad! I'd give five hundred a year for your appetite and digestion.
Think of that old man, my boy, down in Norfolk at this time of year, with nobody to swear at but the servants.

Norfolk is just endurable in October, when game and 'longshore herrings are in.

But now--with lamb getting muttony--poor old chap!" "Well," I answered, "he could not eat me if I was at home.

But I'll go back in the autumn.

I generally make it up before the First." "What a beautiful thing is filial love," murmured my companion, with a stout sigh, as he turned his attention to the matter of importance on the plate before him; and indeed--with its handicap of fifty years--I think his appetite put my hearty craving for food to shame.
We talked of other things for a while--of matters connected with the gay town in which we found ourselves.