It seems we are hopelessly at variance.

You, Sir Charles," he continued, turning to the First Sea Lord, who was in attendance, "are still in favour of a naval expedition ?" "Send it up at once," said Sir Charles.
"Up where ?" asked the Premier.
"Up anything," answered the Old Sea Dog, "it will get there." Voices of dissent were raised in undertones around the table.
"I strongly deprecate any expedition," said the Chancellor of the Exchequer, "I favour a convention with the Shriek.

Let the Shriek sign a convention recognizing the existence of a supreme being and receiving from us a million sterling in acknowledgment." "And where will you _find_ the Shriek ?" said the Prime Minister.

"Come, come, gentlemen, I fear that we can play this comedy no longer.

The truth is," he added with characteristic nonchalance, "we don't know where the bally place is.