"Oh, you mean a relapse."
"Yep. Dat's it. It's de same t'ing. Now de t'ing fer youse t' do is t' lay quiet. I kin make enough money fer both of us, fer a while yet."
"But I want to help."
"Well, maybe when youse gits well I'll take ye in partnership," proposed Jimmy, with an air as if he was a millionaire.
"Will you, really?"
"Mebby. Now don't git all excited. I'll go out an' bring in some breakfust. What'll ye have?"
"I don't feel very hungry. If I could have an orange, and a cup of coffee, I think it would be enough."
"Crimps! Dat's a light meal," said Jimmy. "I'd starve on dat. Beans is de stuff. Dey're terrible fillin'. Most generally I eats beans. Dey's cheap, too."
"I don't think I care for any this morning."
"All right; I'll tell me cook t' prepare youse somethin' light," and Jimmy, with a bright smile at his joke, left the room, having made a hasty toilet, washing at the basin in the room.