'Peas in?'
'Peas in a fortnight ago. They'll be showin' their heads just now.'
'Christopher, can you get me some greens to day?'
'Greens for what?'
'Why, for dinner. Master likes a bit o' boiled beef now and again, which he used to, anyway; and I thought greens is kind o' seasonable at this time o' year, and I'd try him with 'em. But la! he don't care no more what he eats.'
'How is the old gentleman?'
'Doin' his best to kill hisself, I should say.'
'Looks like it,' said Christopher, going on with a good breakfast the while in a business manner. 'When a man don't care no more what he eats, the next thing'll be that he'll stop it; and then there's only one thing more he will do.'
'What's that?'
'Die, to be sure!'