You have had your breakfast.

I will wash the things up.

Go and visit the barber." The old man muttered and mumbled.

Finally he tied a large crimson scarf in a loose knot round his throat, shoved a soft felt hat on his head, and donning a greasy and very old brown velvet cloak, he prepared to go out.
"It's a rare nuisance," he said; "I meant to try some Chinese cooking for dinner; something with a subtle aroma, delicate, and hard to obtain.
You boil the leeks for so many hours, and catch the essence in a distiller.

Bah! you care nothing for eating, witch." "I like some of your dishes very well, Granddad, but I prefer cleanliness to luxury.