Servants' Cook. Oh, they nearly all do! Only the old coachman—not the one who was here just now but the old one—and Simon, and I and the housekeeper, fast—all the others eat meat.
Second Peasant. And the master himself?
Servants' Cook. Catch him! Why, I bet he's forgotten there is such a thing as fasting!
Third Peasant. Oh, Lord!
First Peasant. That's the gentlefolks' way: they have got it all out of their books. 'Cos of their intelex!
Third Peasant. Shouldn't wonder if they feed on wheat bread every day!
Servants' Cook. Wheat bread, indeed! Much they think of wheat bread! You should see what food they eat. No end of different things!
First Peasant. In course gentlefolks' food is of an airial kind.
Servants' Cook. Airial, of course, but all the same they're good at stuffing themselves, they are!
First Peasant. Have healthy appekites, so to say.