“What’s that to me? You ate it, I doubt, even if it was fat? Well, that’s all, I suppose. Or perhaps you had porridge too?”
“No, there was something else ... the porridge come arter that....”
“What then? Some kind of soup? Yes?”
“Ay, ay, sir! That’s just it ... and all sorts of trotter things ... mucky stuff it was....”
The peasant scratched his head.
“Trotters! Well, you ate them, I suppose?”
“Ah ... sir! ’Twas the weest bit I ate ... tru-ly!”
“What—the—deuce do you think any one cares how much you ate? Well, get on; porridge now, is it?”
Silence.
“There can’t have been anything more? Something with the porridge, was it?”