"What's this?" Roger demanded when he had removed the cover.
"Please, sir, it's eggs, sir! Fried eggs, sir! That's what it's supposed to be, sir!" Magnolia replied dubiously.
"It's a bad imitation, Magnolia!" Gilbert said. "I think I'll just have bread and marmalade this morning!"
He reached for the marmalade as he spoke, and Henry, eyeing the eggs with disrelish, murmured, "After you, Gilbert!"
"Tell Mrs. Clutters I want her," Roger said to Magnolia.
"Please, sir, she's not very well in herself this mornin'...."
"Not very well!"
"Do you mean to say she's ill?" Ninian shouted.
"Yes, sir. It was me fried the eggs, sir!"
"But ... but she can't be ill," Ninian continued.