"Is it a plum-pudding cake?" said Lord JOHN. The rest laughed heartily. They loved their jokes, small and old.
"Are we agreed?"
"We are."
"Have you anything to ask?"
"Nothing. When do we start?"
"We are on our way."
"Shall we not melt as we approach?"
"Certainly not."
"How so?"
"We shall have a constant frost."