The following morning he came down to breakfast, looking more aggressively energetic than ever.
"You're very full of beans," I said.
He braced his shoulders.
"Yes," he replied. "It must have been that powder, George!"
"That was a soothing powder, man!" I exclaimed. "Not a tonic."
"You don't say so!"
"I certainly bought it as such!"
He looked into the fire for a moment or so, in mild contemplation. Then he turned to me again.
"That was a wonderful play, George. D'you know any more like it?"
"No! It's unique. Even if it were not, I wouldn't take you to another of the same kind."