Let us go to breakfast." A moment afterward all three were seated at a table in a private dining-room, and Sylvius Hogg began eating with great zest.
An excellent breakfast it was, equal in fact to any dinner, as you can judge from the _menu_.

Cold beer soup, salmon with egg sauce, delicious veal cutlets, rare roast beef, a delicate salad, vanilla ice, raspberry and cherry preserver--the whole moistened with some very fine claret.
"Excellent, excellent!" exclaimed Sylvius Hogg.

"Why, we can almost imagine ourselves in Dame Hansen's inn at Dal." And as his mouth was otherwise occupied his eyes smiled as much as it is possible for eyes to smile.
Joel and Hulda endeavored to reply in the same strain, but they could not, and the poor girl tasted scarcely anything.

When the repast was concluded: "My children," said Sylvius Hogg, "you certainly failed to do justice to a very excellent breakfast.

Still, I can not compel you to eat, and if you go without breakfast you are likely to enjoy your dinner all the more, while I very much doubt if I shall be able to compete with you to-night.