"They really are good," said the Tenor. But he had overestimated his capacity, and could only dispose of three of the eggs.
The Boy was disgusted. However, he said it did not matter, since he was there to sacrifice himself in the interests of science, and preserve the balance of nature by eating the rest himself, a feat he accomplished easily.
"Now this is what I call good entertainment for man and beast," he observed.
"May I ask which is the beast?" the Tenor ventured.
"Why, I am, of course," said the Boy. "Did you ever know a boy who wasn't half a beast?"
"Yes. It is all a matter of early association and surroundings."
"Well, if you knew the kind of moral atmosphere I have to breathe at home, you would know also how little you ought to expect of me. But what shall we drink?"
"There is some beer, I believe," the Tenor said dubiously.
"Burgundy is more in my line."
"Burgundy! A boy like you shouldn't know the difference.