“Just right for heverybody except the doctors, as my old pal, ’Ennery Pash, used to say,” agreed Mr. Clark, with some emphasis on the latter portion of his remark.
“Lovely lot of ozone in the air to-day,” mentioned Mr. Lane, sniffing appreciatively at the odours from the dredger.
“All, if ’e could ’ave got more into ’is system, ’e wouldn’t be where ’e is to-day,” stated Mr. Clark, regretfully.
“Who wouldn’t?” inquired Mr. Lane.
“And where is ’e now, then?” asked the passenger.
Mr. Clark sorrowfully shook his head and pointed aloft.
“Far as I know,” he explained. And added: “’E was a good churchman, according to ’is views, anyway.”
Mr. Lane, in response to this sombre intrusion on the brightness of the day, kept a chastened silence. Mr. Clark, sighing deeply, shook his head again, and offered a well-known quotation bearing on the instability of human life.
“P’r’aps you knew old ’Ennery Pash, sir?” he suggested.