"Don't chatter, John," interrupted the elder lady. "Isn't Lisa coming out?"
"She doesn't feel well," answered the younger lady in a sonorous voice.
"But the sea is quite calm."
"Oh, but when a woman is in her condition."
The red-haired man smiled voluptuously and closed his eyes.
Beyond the gunwale, breaking the calm expanse of the sea, porpoises were making a commotion. The man with the side-whiskers, watching them attentively, said:
"The porpoises look like pigs."
The red-haired man chimed in:
"There is plenty of piggery here."
The colourless lady raised a cup to her lips, smelt the coffee and made a grimace.