What did you think--think it was a can-opener ?" Blix choked with merriment over his foolery, and Condy added proudly: "Look there! I made those sandwiches!" They looked as though he had--great, fat chunks of bread, the crust still on; the "devilish" ham in thick strata between; and, positively, he had BUTTERED the bread.

But it was all one with them; they ate as though at a banquet, and Blix even took off her hat and hung it upon one of the nearby bushes.

Of course Condy had forgotten a corkscrew.
He tried to dig out the cork of the claret bottle with his knife, until he had broken both blades and was about to give up in despair, when Blix, at the end of her patience, took the bottle from him and pushed in the cork with her finger.
"Wine, music, literature, and feasting," observed Condy.

"We're getting regularly luxurious, just like Sardine-apalus." But Condy himself had suddenly entered into an atmosphere of happiness, the like of which he had never known or dreamed of before.

He loved Blix--he had just discovered it.