Ezekiel advanced a little and put his face against it.
“I prefer the colour,” he said, “to the smell.”
“Yes, isn’t it beautiful?” said the naval officer, and several of the other actors said the same thing.
“But what’s it called?” said Ezekiel.
“Portugalade,” said Miss Moonbeam.
“That’s because it comes from Portugal,” said the naval officer.
“And one gets used to the smell,” said Ezekiel. “But why does one drink it out of wine glasses?”
“Oh, but one needn’t,” said Miss Moonbeam. “One can drink it out of tumblers.”
“One just used wine glasses,” said the naval officer, “because one happened to find them in the cupboard.”
I looked at him piercingly.