"It feels rather shifty, all this!" ventured Philip after a few moments.
"Look here, lad, don't be conscientious at this time of day!" remonstrated Segal.
"I mean when you think of the old men and the sick women who're a sight worse off than we are!"
"Now, Philip," interposed Harry, "You know quite well it's not the beastly food. It's a symbol of freedom! We're not going to be enslaved any longer under the heel of these daft old superstitions. Vive la liberté and all that sort of thing! I positively don't feel like eating now, as a matter of fact; the stink's rather thick. You know, Alec, you might have chosen something more encouraging than this hole."
"Phew!" from Philip. "I prefer the smell of the Polisher Shool!"
"We can't afford anything better. I should have preferred the New Carlton myself, I admit!"
"There'd be too many Jews there! It would be too public!" Harry affirmed.
"Well, young fellers," said a dishevelled lady at this stage, "wot are ye going to 'ave? Say it slick!"
"Ham and eggs all round!" said Segal lordlily.
"Righto!" The lady was bustling off.