Come along; we'll have dinner together.' 'You mean it, old friend ?' cried the other, with irrepressible delight.
'Of course I mean it.

You don't think I'll let you spend your last coin, and send you off dinnerless?
Things are bad, but not quite as bad as that.

I'm as hungry as a hunter; where is there an eating-house ?' They found one at a little distance.
'It must be beefsteak pudding, Hood,' whispered Cheeseman, as they entered.

'I've set my heart on that.

Whatever else you like, but a beefsteak pudding to start with.' The article was procurable, smoking, juicy.