"A chili," said Rebecca, gasping. "Oh yes!" She thought a chili was something cool, as its name imported, and was served with some. "How fresh and green they look," she said, and put one into her mouth. It was hotter than the curry; flesh and blood could bear it no longer. She laid down her fork. "Water, for Heaven's sake, water!" she cried. Mr. Sedley burst out laughing (he was a coarse man, from the Stock Exchange, where they love all sorts of practical jokes). "They are real Indian, I assure you," said he. 
"A chili," said Rebecca, gasping. "Oh yes!" She thought a chili was something cool, as its name suggested. "How fresh and green they look," she said, and put one into her mouth. It was hotter than the curry; she could bear it no longer. She laid down her fork. "Water, for Heaven's sake, water!" she cried.
Mr. Sedley senior burst out laughing (he was a coarse man, from the Stock Exchange, where they love practical jokes). 