In your case, Miss Hood, the regimen is clearly fruitful of ill results.' 'Of what kind, Mr.Athel ?' 'Obviously it leads to diminution of appetite.

You were in the habit of eating a satisfactory breakfast; at present some two ounces of that farinaceous mess--' 'My dear Philip!' interposed Mrs.Rossall, still absently.
I hold that I am within my rights,' asserted her brother.

'If Miss Hood goes down into Yorkshire in a state of emaciation--' Wilfrid and the twins showed amusement.
'To begin with,' pursued Mr.Athel, 'I hold that sweet food the first thing in the morning is a mistake; the appetite is checked in an artificial way, and impaired.

Even coffee--' 'You would recommend a return to flagons of ale ?' suggested Wilfrid.
'I am not sure that it wasn't better dietetically.' Mrs.Rossall had taken an egg, but, after fruitlessly chipping at the shell throughout this conversation, put down her spoon and appeared to abandon the effort to commence her meal.

Presently she broke silence, speaking with some diffidence.
'I really think I will go to town with you, Philip,' she said.