'I sometimes think I'm getting rather bored with coloured people, Mrs Beste‑Chetwynde said to Lady Circumference. 'Are you?
'I have never had the opportunity.
'I daresay you'd be good with them. They take a lot of living up to; they are so earnest. Who's that dear, dim, drunk little man?
'That is the person who shot my son.
'My dear, how too shattering for you. Not dead, I hope? Chokey shot a man at a party the other night. He gets gay at times, you know. It's only when he's on his best behaviour that he's so class‑conscious. I must go and rescue the Vicar.
The stationmaster came into the tent, crab‑like and obsequious.
'Well, my good man? said the Doctor.
'The young lady I have been telling that no other tunes can we play whatever with the lady smoking at her cigarette look you.
'God bless my soul. Why not?
'The other tunes are all holy tunes look you. Blasphemy it would be to play the songs of Sion while the lady at a cigarette smokes whatever. Men of Harlech is good music look you.