“Why, my dear, I have already partaken of a⁠—if one might mention such an article in this superb chariot⁠—of a⁠—Saveloy,” replied R. Wilfer, modestly dropping his voice on the word, as he eyed the canary-coloured fittings.

“Oh! That’s nothing, Pa!”

“Truly, it ain’t as much as one could sometimes wish it to be, my dear,” he admitted, drawing his hand across his mouth. “Still, when circumstances over which you have no control, interpose obstacles between yourself and Small Germans, you can’t do better than bring a contented mind to hear on”⁠—again dropping his voice in deference to the chariot⁠—“Saveloys!”

“You poor good Pa! Pa, do, I beg and pray, get leave for the rest of the day, and come and pass it with me!”

“Well, my dear, I’ll cut back and ask for leave.”