"The man who cannot digest!" As he repeated the words he raised his head again, and looked round at all their faces.
"Yes, yes; mein Gott, yes," said Schmoff, and even he appeared as though he were almost moved from the deep quietude of his inward indifference.
"Ah; talk of blessings! What a blessing is digestion!" said the count.
"I do not know whether you have ever thought of it, Captain Boodle?
You are young, and perhaps not.

Or you, Mr.Clavering?
It is a subject worthy of your thoughts.

To digest! Do you know what it means?
It is to have the sun always shining, and the shade always ready for you.

It is to be met with smiles, and to be greeted with kisses.

It is to hear sweet sounds, to sleep with sweet dreams, to be touched ever by gentle, soft, cool hands.