"Clear up this nonsense!" Eld's eyes widened: "I'm going, I'm going, I'm going happily, let's see who can stop me. I'm not only going, but I'm going dressed sharp and snappy, so old Tom and those bastards at the Navy Department can see clearly. I'm back, the great Eld Carter is back, with five years of nautical savings and gentlemanly manners, returned!"
"Fine." Darwin shook his head, "Then don't blame me for not warning you."
Eld tossed the razor to Darwin: "Come on, Charles, attend to me, help shave the rest of my beard. Let the ladies in Leicester see, five years later, Mr. Eld Carter's chin is still as smooth as it was five years ago."
Darwin took the razor, ushered Eld to sit down with frustration: "Alright, it's the last time anyway. We're short on time, don't fidget, let's quickly finish this."
"Damn! Charles, you cut my chin! You damned baldy from Cambridge."
"Shut up! Eld, do it yourself if you dare, you hopeless Leicester Square explorer."
