“I don’t believe it. No one with a Christian stomach could eat such stuff.”
“You judge by your own experience. I say it is good. Yours isn’t a Christian stomach, and that’s the reason you don’t like it.”
“You are a heathen, Scott.”
“Heathen enough to know what’s good.”
“Some more finkel, sir?” suggested the waiter.
“No more finkel for me,” replied Scott, whose head was beginning to whirl like a top.
“Better take some more,” laughed Laybold, who was in the same condition.
“I can’t stop to take any more; I’m hungry,” replied Scott, who continued to devour the various viands on the table, till his companion’s patience was exhausted.
“Come, Scott, we shall be late at the landing.”
“We won’t go home till morning,” chanted the boozy student.