"And what will be the subscription?" he said aloud.
"There will be none. I supply the premises."
"Ah, that will never do! Half the pleasure of belonging to a club is the feeling that you have not paid your subscription. And how about grub?"
"Grub! We are not men. We do not fulfil missions by eating."
"Unjust creature! Men sometimes fulfil missions by being eaten."
"Well, papa will supply buns, lemonade and ices. Turple the magnificent, will always be within call to hand round the things."
"May I send you in a hundred-weight of chocolate creams?"
"Certainly. Why should weddings have a monopoly of presents? This is not the only way in which you can be of service to me, if you will."
"Only discover it for me, my dear Miss Dulcimer. Where there's a way there's a will."
"Well, I should like you to act as Trier."