‘Well, I thought we might go and have a drink,’ Dixon said. ‘Oh, do be quiet, James; anybody’d think you’d die if you went an hour without one.’ ‘He probably would,’ Bertrand said. ‘Anyway, it’s sensible of him not to want to take the risk. What about it, darling? I’m afraid there’s only beer and cider, unless you want to fare forth to an adjacent hostelram.’
