"It is, as you remark, of no use arguing with lunatics.

So let's go to bed, and as it will probably be our last, have a good night's sleep." "Hear, hear!" said Stephen, taking off his coat and placing it doubled up on the bed to serve as a pillow.

"I say," he added, "stand clear a minute while I shake this blanket.

It's covered with bits of something," and he suited the action to the word.
"Bits of something ?" I said suspiciously.

"Why didn't you wait a minute to let me see them.