"Well, I'll have another. I feel just ready for a nice fat pork chop…."
"Stop. Stop!"
"A nice fat pork chop with potatoes and lots of cabbage," repeated Sam, firmly. "And I shall eat it here on this very lounge. Now, how do we go?"
"You wouldn't do that!" said Eustace piteously.
"I would and will."
"But I shouldn't be any good at the piano. I've forgotten how the thing used to go."
"You haven't done anything of the kind. I come in and say, 'Hullo, Ernest!' and you say 'Hullo, Frank!' and then you help me tell the story about the Pullman car. A child could do your part of it."
"Perhaps there is some child on board…."
"No! I want you. I shall feel safe with you. We've done it together before."
"But honestly, I really don't think … it isn't as if…."