"Certainly, if I may."
"You will be restricted to new milk and Yorkshire oatcake."
"Va--pour le lait frais!" said Louis. "But for your oatcake!" and he made a grimace.
"He cannot eat it," said Henry. "He thinks it is like bran, raised with sour yeast."
"Come, then; by special dispensation we will allow him a few cracknels, but nothing less homely."

"Certainly, if I may."
"You will be restricted to milk and Yorkshire oatcake."
"Your oatcake!" He made a grimace.
"He cannot eat it," said Henry. "He thinks it is like bran."
"Come, then; we will allow him a few crackers."
