"May I say something, Kingsley?"
"Certainly, my love."
"We should have to live."
"Why, of course, my dear. Do you think I have forgotten that? What do you take me for?"
"Whether we live in a house or a caravan we must have bread and milk and eggs--"
"And butter and bacon," interpolated Kingsley. "You see, I know."
"And clothes."
"And coffee--black coffee, very strong, that's how I like it."
"All these things would have to be paid for, Kingsley."
"I suppose so--I mean, of course, they must be."