"Thank you, no, Anthony!" said I, shuddering slightly. "But where are the others? Asleep still?"
"Gone, Perry. At sight of this ham Jerny shied like a wild colt, Devenham moaned, and together they tottered forth into the bleak world. Did you say ham, Perry?"
"I—did—not!"
"Beef then—beef looks excellent! Beef?"
"Horrible!" I exclaimed, turning my back on the breakfast table. "Eat if you can, Tony, but talk you must and shall."
"Of last night, Peregrine?"
"Of Diana. I've scarcely had a word with you since your arrival."
"Which was last night."
"How is she, Anthony? Is she indeed handsomer—lovelier? Did she seem happy? Did she talk about—did she—happen to mention—"
"She did, Perry, talked of you frequently, very much so! Won't you try a cup of coffee and a crust—"