"Must I go up before I have my tea?"
"No. She won't have heard you come."
There was a grilled mutton-chop and a boiled egg on the crowded small table, with tea, bread-and-butter, two rounds of dry bread, some cakes, and jam.
"Which are you having--egg or chop?" Edwin demanded as Maggie sat down.
"Oh! They're both for you."
"And what about you?"
"I only have bread-and-butter as a rule."
Edwin grunted, and started to eat.
"What's supposed to be the matter with her?" he enquired.
"It seems it's congestion of the lung, and thickened arteries. It wouldn't matter so much about the lung being congested, in itself, only it's the strain on her heart."