Then—
"Lost," said Berry's voice. "Two cheese-straws and a blob of French mustard. Finder will be——" The crash of glass interrupted him. "Don't move, Falcon, or you'll wreck the room. Besides, it'll soon be dawn. The nights are getting shorter every day."
"Very good, sir," replied the butler.
"They'll bring some candles in a minute," said Daphne.
"What we really want," said my brother-in-law, "is a prismatic compass."
"What for?" said Jill.
"To take a bearing with. Then we should know where the port was, and I could peel you a banana. Or would you rather suck it?"
"Brute!" said Jill, shuddering. "Oh, why is the dark so horrid?"
"The situation," said I, "calls for philosophy."
"True," said Berry. "Now, similarly placed, what would Epicurus have done?"