"And I'm sure, Miss, I don't know what's to be done unless you can eat bacon." "Which I can," Dorothea assured her.
"Well, Miss, I am sure I envy you; for ever since that poor French Captain Fioupi hanged himself from Mary Odling's bacon-rack, two years ago the first of this very next month, I haven't been able to look at a bit." "Poor gentleman! Why did he do it ?" "The Lord knows, Miss.

But they said it was home-sickness." From the street came the voices of Captain Fioupi's compatriots, merry at their work.

Dorothea had scarcely begun breakfast before her brothers entered, and she had to pour out tea for them.

Narcissus took his seat at once.

Endymion stood stamping his feet and warming his hands by the fire.