"I enjoy every day o' my life." He filled his pipe, chuckling serenely, and having lit it sat and enjoyed that.

Mrs.Silk retired for a space, and returning with a jug of ale poured him out a glass and set it by his elbow.
"Here's your good 'ealth, ma'am," said Mr.Wilks, raising it.

"Here's yours, Teddy--a long life and a 'appy one." Mr.Silk turned listlessly.

"I don't want a long life," he remarked.
His mother and her visitor exchanged glances.
"That's 'ow 'e goes on," remarked the former, in an audible whisper.

Mr.
Wilks nodded, reassuringly.
"I 'ad them ideas once," he said, "but they go off.