on the greasy metal grating, and would have fallen heavily but for Lanyard.
Cursing pettishly, he stood up, threw off Lanyard's arms without thanks, and made a new attempt, this time shooting headlong through the alleyway, to bring up against the wing table in the third forward compartment, the kitchen and messroom in one.
"A great pity," he muttered, opening a locker and fumbling in its depths—"rotten pity. …"
"What?"
"Keep you waiting so long. Not my fault." The lieutenant brought forth two bottles of champagne and one of brandy. "You open them, Herr Doctor, like 'good fellow," he said, placing the three on the table. "I just wish you 'understand no discourtesy meant … unavoidably detained … beastly commander … drunk. Give 'my word, hopelessly drunk. Poor fool. …"
"If my judgment is sound," Lanyard said, "this noble vessel will soon need a new commander."
"True. Quite true." The Prussian placed two aluminium cups upon the table and half filled one with brandy, then brimmed it with champagne. "Try that," he said thickly, "That will keep your tail up, my friend."
"Many thanks," Lanyard protested, filling another cup with undiluted champagne. "I prefer one thing at a time."
"Unfortunate … don't know what is good … King's peg … wonderful drink. No matter. To 'new commander—prosit!"
