He swallowed, or rather snapped up, every mouthful, too soon and too fast; and he looked sideways here and there while he ate, as if he thought there was danger in every direction of somebody's coming to take the pie away.

He was altogether too unsettled in his mind over it, to appreciate it comfortably I thought, or to have anybody to dine with him, without making a chop with his jaws at the visitor.

In all of which particulars he was very like the dog.
"I am afraid you won't leave any of it for him," said I, timidly; after a silence during which I had hesitated as to the politeness of making the remark.

"There's no more to be got where that came from." It was the certainty of this fact that impelled me to offer the hint.
"Leave any for him?
Who's him ?" said my friend, stopping in his crunching of pie-crust.
"The young man.

That you spoke of.