It's bad news that is always coming here. Mr. Fenwick, what is it, sir?" Then he repeated the question he had before put to the miller about Sam. Where was Sam last night? She only shook her head. Did he sleep at home? She shook her head again. Had he breakfasted at home? "'Deed no, sir. I haven't set eyes on him since before yesterday." "But how does he live?
He asked me if I had breakfasted; and hearing that I lacked for nothing, he took my hand in both of his and clapped it kindly under his arm. "Well, Davie, lad," said he, "I will go with you as far as the ford, to set you on the way." And we began to walk forward in silence. "Are ye sorry to leave Essendean?" said he, after awhile.
Filled full of conceited thoughts such as these he strode along, his head in the air, till he reached a little town, where the sign of 'The Red Lion, swinging across the road halfway down the main street, reminded him that he had not breakfasted that day, and that he was exceedingly hungry after his long walk.
Garratt Skinner breakfasted with an eye on the clock, and as soon as the hands pointed to five minutes to nine, he rose from the table. "I must be off business, my dear." He came round the table to her and gently laid a hand upon her shoulder. "It makes a great difference, Sylvia, to have a daughter, fresh and young and pretty, sitting opposite to me at the breakfast table a very great difference.
He breakfasted in his sitting-room, his thoughts scourging him the while, and afterwards, with a bulldog determination, he faced the writing-table and began. He tore up at least three sheets to start with no Greek lines of punishment in his boyhood had ever appeared such a task as this. He found himself scribbling profiles on the paper, chiselled profiles with inky hair but no words would come.
He had arranged that the skipper should steer while he and Miss Harris breakfasted, but the coffee was no sooner on the table than the skipper called him, and relinquishing the helm in his favour, went below to do the honours. The mate protested. "It's not proper," said the skipper. "Me and 'er will 'ave our meals together, and then you must have yours. She's under my care."
But Constance was an exception, the best type of modern woman. After all, he liked her. Again they two breakfasted together. Dyce gave a mirthful description of his evening, and gaily reported Mr. Blaydes's eloquence on the subject of woman. "On the whole, I agree with him," said Constance. "And I know, of course, that you do." "Indeed? You agree with him?" "So does every sensible person.
I, however, still suffered a good deal of pain, and when I walked about my legs felt stiff, and scarcely able to support my body; still, I hoped that after I had breakfasted I should be sufficiently recovered to commence my journey. The lynx flesh being cooked, I ate a portion, but it was tough and unsavoury, and I was not sorry to finish my meal.
Raikes, 'how young gals can let some of you men- folk mislead 'em. She turned from him huffily, and addressed Evan: 'The old gentleman is gone, sir. He slept on a chair, breakfasted, and was off before eight. He left word, as the child was born on his birthright, he'd provide for it, and pay the mother's bill, unless you claimed the right.
I breakfasted yesterday on two mice upon toast. Dainty, but not nutritious. And I shared them with Fox." "Fox! Fox lives still, then?" cried De Breze, startled. "In a sort of way he does. But one mouse since yesterday morning is not much; and he can't expect that every day." "Why don't you take him out?" asked Savarin. "Give him a chance of picking up a bone somewhere."