“Well, don’t let’s have any more go rotten,” cried Sir John. “They’re delicious, eh, Mr Alleyne?”
“I beg your pardon,” said the visitor, looking up.
“These fungi,” said the host, “uncommonly good.”
“Yes, admirable,” said Alleyne, who had finished his, and had not the most remote recollection of their quality.
“I don’t believe he tasted them,” said Sir John to himself.
“These are the fungi, Morris, that I gave you to-day to take into the kitchen?” said the major.
“Yes, sir,” said Morris, and the major finished his with great gusto.
“Uncommonly delicious!” he said.
“Capital, Jem,” cried Sir John; “but I hope they won’t poison us.”
“Trust me for that. They’ve been well tested, and are perfectly wholesome. Splendid dish.”