WAITER. A hospital? I don’t know about that, sir. The Montpelier of the North, they calls it.
CAPT. Who does?
WAITER. Well, the railway companies.
CAPT. How d’ you get down to the sea?
WAITER. You go along the pier, sir.
CAPT. Oh, you walk along the pier.
WAITER. Not many people walk, sir—it’s a mile long. Trains start every fifteen minutes.
CAPT. That’s if anybody wants to go?
WAITER. Precisely so, sir; but as no one ever does want, they don’t start at all, sir.
CAPT. What the dickens do the people do then?