"No."

"Please, sir, you must eat something!"

"I do not wish to eat anything. Now, Mrs Hudson, leave me."

"How about some soup? I could bring you up some soup."

"I do not want anything, Mrs Hudson, and I do not appreciate you prying into my affairs."

"I know you miss the doctor, sir, but you need to eat something."

"I do not wish to eat anything, and please do not presume to know what I am feeling."

"Please, Mr Holmes, just eat something."

"I will not eat, Mrs Hudson."

"After this, Dr Watson will never go on holidays again."

I'm sure I'm not mistaken when I hear a soft "I can only hope" from the seat by the window. Poor Mr Holmes. I can't grudge the doctor his holidays, not when he has Mr Holmes to deal with all the time, but I wish he would come home soon.