“I shall take a mere mouthful of ham and a glass of ale,” he said, reassuringly. “As a man with public business, I take a snack when I can. I will back this ham,” he added, after swallowing some morsels with alarming haste, “against any ham in the three kingdoms. In my opinion it is better than the hams at Freshitt Hall – and I think I am a tolerable judge.”
“Some don’t like so much sugar in their hams,” said Mrs. Waule. “But my poor brother would always have sugar.”
