There was something sort of bleak about her tone, rather as if she had swallowed an east wind. This I took to be due to the fact that she probably hadn’t breakfasted. It’s only after a bit of breakfast that I’m able to regard the world with that sunny cheeriness which makes a fellow the universal favourite. I’m never much of a lad till I’ve engulfed an egg or two and a beaker of coffee.”I suppose you haven’t breakfasted?””I have not yet breakfasted.””Won’t you have an egg or something? Or a sausage or something? Or something?””No, thank you.”She spoke as if she belonged to an anti-sausage league or a league for the suppression of eggs. There was a bit of silence.


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