"Cadbury, how can you joke, when it's all up with us?" Grey's voice was quite hoarse.
"What's the good of looking forward? Seize the flying moment, and suck honey while you may. That's my motto."
"But you think with me; it is all up with us?"
"I'm afraid that's about the long and the short of it. Pepper was very hot and red last night,—regular Cayenne, in fact; and I have noticed that Cayenne at night spells Cane in the morning."
"Cadbury, please stop making fun! I—can't bear it. You don't care, but I do. I haven't slept a wink all night."
"Pick up your spirit, then, and pocket your fears. I'll stand by you, and take my full share. We'll brace ourselves together and face the music."
"Oh no, I can't! I can't! I'm younger than you. I never asked the woman for the chicken, and I begged you to let me off fetching it. You can call me a coward if you like; I don't care! I am afraid!"
There was silence for a moment, and then Cadbury spoke, but in an altered voice.
"Do you mean to say that you want me to leave your name out entirely?"
"Y—yes. If I get in a row it'll be mentioned in my report, and I shall catch it at home. I don't believe you feel things like I do. And it was all your doing, wasn't it?"