I think if I had known it was her last breakfast I would have permitted her more sausage. I am surprised, now I think of it, that no one suspected it was their last morning; they might not have grudged my wife more sausage then. My brother sometimes remarked upon what we ate, my wife and I; he was a just man, and never stinted his food, so long as we did not take too much. He watched my wife take sausage that morning, Constance. I saw him watching her. We took little enough from him, Constance. He had pancakes and fried eggs and sausage but I felt that he was _going_ to speak to my wife; the boy ate hugely. I am pleased that the breakfast was particularly good that day." "I could make you sausage next week, Uncle Julian; I think homemade sausage would not disagree with you _if_ you had very little.