One of his plump red hands held a bundle of cigars.

The other clutched an enormous new travelling-flask--the giant of its tribe.
"My dear boy, it's possible there may be good brandy and cigars on board; but that's not my experience of steamers--is it yours ?" He stopped to consult his wife.

"My dear, is it yours ?" Mrs.Gallilee held up the "Railway Guide," and shook it significantly.

Mr.Gallilee went on in a hurry.

"There's some of the right stuff in this flask, Ovid, if you will accept it.