“You needn’t have danced in the dishes outside,” said Reggie.
“I only danced in the soup, and we’d finished with the soup. And there’s a soupçon of it on my—”
“Shut up.”
“Pumps,” continued the Babe. “May I have some whisky? Thanks. For what I’m going to receive. What a funny undergraduate Moffat must have been.”
“I believe he was born like that,” said Stewart. “I know when I came up, ten years ago, he was just the same. That’s the best of getting old early: you don’t change any more.”
“That’s one for you, Babe,” remarked Reggie.
“The Babe is the imperishable child,” said Stewart.
“You called me a man of the world the other day,” said the Babe in self-defence.
“I think not.”
“You did really. However, we’ll pass it over.”