It was said quite in a whisper, but the man proved that he was keen enough of ear.
“That’s so,” he said mournfully, as if the dinner would be a punishment.
“What, you mean to stay to dinner?”
The man nodded, paused for a few moments, and then with a heavy sigh—
“Yes.”
“Well, you are a cucumber,” said Mark, “upon my word!”
“Not in season,” said the man.
“Cheek!” said Dean laughing.
The man looked up sharply.
“Bacon,” he said sadly; and there was an explosion of laughter.