On the contrary, I thought he seemed the fresher for it.
'What have we got here ?' he said, putting a fork into my dish.

'Not chops ?' 'Chops,' I said.
'Lord bless my soul!' he exclaimed, 'I didn't know they were chops.

Why, a chop's the very thing to take off the bad effects of that beer! Ain't it lucky ?' So he took a chop by the bone in one hand, and a potato in the other, and ate away with a very good appetite, to my extreme satisfaction.
He afterwards took another chop, and another potato; and after that, another chop and another potato.

When we had done, he brought me a pudding, and having set it before me, seemed to ruminate, and to become absent in his mind for some moments.
'How's the pie ?' he said, rousing himself.
'It's a pudding,' I made answer.
'Pudding!' he exclaimed.

'Why, bless me, so it is! What!' looking at it nearer.