A fowl's not much for a man, anyway, and Harry will eat two of them when he's hungry.

What are you going to do with it?
Well, you can, pull the feathers off it, and fix it for cooking, unless you like them better with their insides in." Deringham gravely pulled out four or five feathers, and then, finding it more difficult than he had expected, desisted.

"Mr.Alton is apparently not married," he said.
The man grinned.

"No, Harry knows when he's well off, and it would take a woman with a mighty firm grip to manage him," said he.

"Still, there's one or two of them quite ready to see what they could make of him, but Mrs.Margery scares them off when they come round bringing him little things, and Harry's a bit pernicketty.