“Look here, and I’ll show you.”
“Well, I’m looking; but it’s too dark to see what you are fumbling over.”
“How stupid! What a blind old bat you are! Well, it’s a piece of plum duff.”
“Why, you’re like a school-boy,” said Murray.
“Oh no, I’m not.”
“You may say oh no you’re not, but fancy me saving up a bit of cold pudding from dinner and bringing it out of my jacket pocket to eat!”
“Ah, but you have no reason for doing it. I have.”
“What, are you going to use it as a bait?”
“That’s it, my son; but I’m not going to use hook or line.”
“Then what are you going to do?”