“Ah, but the personal, magnetic thrill——” (This was in Dickie’s rather deep voice.)
Then Walter, to somebody else, not the miner—
“I should have thought anybody would have known that when I said Saturnalia I meant——”
“Where’s Amory?”
“Sweet, in those little tunics!——”
“A subsidy from the State, of course——”
Then the miner, but not to Walter—
“I’ t’ daylight, proddin’ ’em up wi’ a stick—to say nowt o’ Port Skillian bathin’-place of a fine Sunda’——”
“That hoary old lie, that Socialism means sharing——”