“Of course, I rang,” said Glyddyr with petulant rage. “You heard me ring, and knew I rang, or you wouldn’t have come. Well, where is it?”
“I beg pardon, sir?”
“I say, where is it?”
“Where is what, sir?”
“The pint of champagne I told you to bring.”
“Beg pardon, sir, I did bring it and you drank it.”
“What?” roared Glyddyr. “Yes, of course, so I did. I had forgotten. Bring me another.”
“Guv’nor on the house?” said one of the sailors.
“Hold your row. Upset over that affair up at the toyshop,” said the steward in a whisper, and he took in the fresh pint of wine.
“Set it down.”