‘Charge, Chester, charge, On, Mr. Venus, on!’

Never say die, sir! A man of your mark!”

“It’s not so much saying it that I object to,” returned Mr. Venus, “as doing it. And having got to do it whether or no, I can’t afford to waste my time on groping for nothing in cinders.”

“But think how little time you have given to the move, sir, after all,” urged Wegg. “Add the evenings so occupied together, and what do they come to? And you, sir, harmonizer with myself in opinions, views, and feelings, you with the patience to fit together on wires the whole framework of society⁠—I allude to the human skelinton⁠—you to give in so soon!”