"I suppose it must be nearly lunch-time?"
"In half an hour. Are you hungry?"
"Oh, I don't know. It depends. If I'm only to have that disgusting milk again, I don't mind waiting."
She smiled at his petulance.
"You mustn't have any solid food, you know," she told him gently.
"You'll have to be on a liquid diet for some time."
"I know all about that," he replied with a fretful movement of the head. "It's the milk I detest. I was sick of it before ever I was taken ill. I've had so much of the damned stuff."
"Have you?"
"Oh, yes, gallons. The doctor prescribed it for me several months ago, to try to put some flesh on me."
"And did it do you good?"
"I gained a few pounds, certainly, but I got to hate the very sight of it."