Both men idly watched the deft servant's preparations.
"Smith," suddenly cried the master of the household, "what sort of chicken have we for dinner ?" "Cold chicken, sir." "Thank you.

As you seem to demand Miltonic precision in phrase, I amend my words.

What breed of chicken have we for dinner ?" "A dorking, sir." "And how do you know it is a dorking ?" "Oh, there's lots of ways of knowin' that, sir.

You can tell by the size, by its head and feet, and by the tuft of feathers left on its neck." "Q.E.D." "Beg pardon, sir!" "I was only saying, 'Right you are!'" Smith went out, and Brett turned to his companion: "Did you note Smith's philosophy in the matter of dorkings ?" he inquired.
"Yes." "Does it convey no moral to you?
I fear not.

Now mark me, Winter.