"Delicious, Mrs. Trapes!"
"Delicious is the word, Mr. Geoffrey—stooed beef with carrots—"
"And onions, Mrs. Trapes—onions, I'm sure?"
"Well, I'll not deny a onion here an' there, Mr. Geoffrey—a stoo needs 'em."
"Ah, I knew it!" sighed Ravenslee. "I grieve that I shan't be able to eat it."
"Not eat—what, you? Say, y' ain't sick, are you?"
"Not in body, Mrs. Trapes."
"Then why no stoo?"
"Because I shan't be here. I'm going, Mrs. Trapes—I'm leaving Mulligan's now—for good—"
"Leavin'—y' mean with Hermy?"