[As soon as he is gone a sound of groaning is heard from the top of the oven.
Second Peasant. He's sleek, that one; looks like a general.
Servants' Cook. Rather! Why he has a room all to himself; he gets his washing, his tea and sugar, and food from the master's table.
Discharged Cook (on the oven). Why shouldn't the old beggar live well? He's lined his pockets all right!
Second Peasant. Who's that up there, on the oven?
Servants' Cook. Oh, it's only a man.
[Silence.
First Peasant. Well, and you, too, as I noticed a while since when you were supping, have capital food to eat.
Servants' Cook. We can't complain. She's not mean about the food. We have wheat bread every Sunday, and fish when a holiday happens to be a fast-day, too, and those who like may eat meat.
Second Peasant. And does any one tuck into flesh on fast-days?