Major Kent, like most men who lead an open-air life, had a healthy appetite at breakfast-time.

His table was always well supplied with eggs, bacon, and, when possible, fish.

In honour of Meldon's visit, he had a cold ham on the sideboard, and a large dish of oatmeal porridge.
He was a man of primitive hospitality, and he surveyed the feast with an air of proud satisfaction while he waited for his guest.

He had to wait for a quarter of an hour, and his glow of pleasure was beginning to give way to a feeling of irritation when Meldon burst into the room.
"This place," he said, by way of apology for his unpunctuality, "is certainly the sleepiest in the world.

I had forgotten how sleepy it is.