With which remark, which appears from its sound to be an extract in verse, Mr. Chadband stalks to the table, and before taking a chair, lifts up his admonitory hand.
"My friends," says he, "what is this which we now behold as being spread before us? Refreshment. Do we need refreshment then, my friends? We do. And why do we need refreshment, my friends? Because we are but mortal, because we are but sinful, because we are but of the earth, because we are not of the air. Can we fly, my friends? We cannot. Why can we not fly, my friends?"

With which remark, he stalks to the table, and before taking a chair, lifts up his hand.
"My friends," says he, "what is this which is spread before us? Refreshment. Do we need refreshment, my friends? We do. And why, my friends? Because we are but mortal, because we are but sinful, because we are but of the earth, and not of the air. Can we fly, my friends? We cannot. Why can we not fly, my friends?"
