“It does her credit, Mat!”

“George,” says Mr. Bagnet, looking straight before him, “the old girl⁠—can’t do anything⁠—that don’t do her credit. More or less. I never say so. Discipline must be maintained.”

“She’s worth her weight in gold,” says the trooper.

“In gold?” says Mr. Bagnet. “I’ll tell you what. The old girl’s weight⁠—is twelve stone six. Would I take that weight⁠—in any metal⁠— for the old girl? No. Why not? Because the old girl’s metal is far more precious⁠—than the preciousest metal. And she’s all metal!”

“You are right, Mat!”