One stout, florid man held forth with great eloquence on the subject. "Look at me!" he said. "Never a day's sickness in my life, and all due to simple food. Why, gentlemen" he continued "from the age of twenty to that of forty I lived an absolutely simple regular life - no effeminate delicacies, no late hours, no extravagances. Every day, in fact, summer and winter, I was in bed regularly at nine o'clock and up again at five in the morning. I worked from eight to one, then had dinner, a plain dinner, mark my words: after that, an hour's exercise; then..."
"Excuse me, sir" interrupted the stranger in the corner
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