Bush: I know what happens when metal overheats. My uncle was a blacksmith.
Hornblower: I believe they call it the coefficient of expansion.
Bush: I call it bloody dangerous.
Hornblower: I’m glad you find some amusement in the situation— because of my elementary mistake.
Bush: Come, gentlemen. No time for soul-searching. The furnace awaits.
Hornblower pounding his left hand with his right fist as he upbraided himself was a comic sight; Bush could not help but laughing at him. And Bush knew perfectly well that Hornblower had done excellently so far, really excellently, to have mastered at a moment’s notice so much of the technique of using red-hot shot. […] Yet it made the sight of Hornblower’s present discomfiture all the more amusing at the moment.
Aww sulky Hornblower
aaa i messed up the font damnnit