“Besides ham and fowl and half one of her great trifles.”
“He must have got some complaint.”
“Oh, I hear them London curates is half starved. P’raps he’d never seen a meal like that before, and he couldn’t stop.”
“But you’d think he’d burst!”
“That’s just it. That’s just where the wonder comes in. Cool and thin as a lath after it all.”
“I shall go to hear him preach.”
“So shall I. Good as the Sword-Eating Man at Bardswell Fair. Ha-ha!”
Poor Andy!