"You're kindly welcome, sir," she added, "and the Shenachrum shall be ready in ten minutes." Within five minutes Mr.Fogo was seated by the corner of the hearth, and watching her as she heated the beer which, together with rum, sugar, and lemon, forms the drink known and loved by Trojans as Shenachrum.

The Twins had retired to wash in the little out-house at the back, and their splashing was audible every now and again above the crackling of the wood fire, which now, as before, filled the kitchen with fragrance.

Its warmth struck kindly into Mr.Fogo's knees, and coloured Tamsin's cheeks with a hot red as she bent over the flame.

He watched her profile in thoughtful silence for some moments, and then fell to staring at the glowing sticks and the shadows of the pot-hooks and hangers on the chimney-back.
"So that is Shenachrum ?" he said at last, to break the silence.
"Yes." "And what, or who, is Samson ?" "Samson is brandy and cider and sugar." "With his hair on ?" She laughed.
"That means more brandy.

Samson was double as strong, you know, with his hair on." "I see." The silence was resumed.