It gets me two hours after a meal and gives me hell just below the breast-bone.

So I am obliged to adopt a diet.

My nourishment is fish, Sir, and boiled milk and a little dry toast.

It's a melancholy descent from the days when I could do justice to a lunch at Sherry's and sup off oyster-crabs and devilled bones.' He sighed from the depths of his capacious frame.
I ordered an omelette and a chop, and took another look at him.

The large eyes seemed to be gazing steadily at me without seeing me.