The Viscount (hacking at the loaf). "It's a grand thing to be hungry, my dear fellow."
Barnabas (glancing over the rim of his tankard). "When you have the means of satisfying it—yes."
The Viscount (becoming suddenly abstracted, and turning his piece of bread over and over in his fingers). "Now regarding—Mistress Clemency, my dear Bev; what do you think of her?"
Barnabas (helping himself to more beef). "That she is a remarkably handsome girl!"
The Viscount (frowning at his piece of bread). "Hum! d'you think so?"
Barnabas. "Any man would. I'll trouble you for the mustard, Dick."
The Viscount. "Yes; I suppose they would."
Barnabas. "Some probably do—especially men with an eye for fine women."
The Viscount (frowning blacker than ever). "Pray, what mean you by that?"
Barnabas. "Your friend Carnaby undoubtedly does."