"It's time I made a start.

I s'pose you've got some salt in the house ?" "Plenty," said Mr.Wilks.
"And beer ?" inquired the other.
"Yes, there is some beer," said the steward.
"Bring me a quart of it," said the boarding-master, slowly and impressively.

"I want it drawed in a china mug, with a nice foaming 'ead on it." "Wot do you want it for ?" inquired Mr.Wilks, eyeing him very closely.
"Bisness purposes," said Mr.Smith.

"If you're very good you shall see 'ow I do it." Still the steward made no move.

"I thought you brought the stuff with you," he remarked.
Mr.Smith looked at him with mild reproach.