We ought to dissolve it before we leave here.' The following dialogue now took place: Oswald--'Right you are.

I always said it was piffling rot.' Dicky--'So did I.' Oswald--'Let's call a council.

But don't forget we've jolly well got to put our foot down.' Dicky assented, and the dialogue concluded with apples.
The council, when called, was in but low spirits.

This made Oswald's and Dicky's task easier.

When people are sunk in gloomy despair about one thing, they will agree to almost anything about something else.