“You must help it. Wine good?”
“Didn’t like it. Sickly, sweet stuff.”
“Victuals and fruit?”
“Splendid.”
“And the coffee?”
“The nicest I ever tasted.”
“Then I’ll go next time. Did you smoke?”
“Of course not.”
“Well, what about the state of affairs here?” Dick told him as nearly as he could everything that had passed.
“Hah! Then we shall have some fighting.”