OBESE.—That is a gastronomical heresy. Nothing is better than the potatoe; I eat them in every way.
AN OBESE LADY.—Be pleased to send me the Soissons haricots I see at the other end of the table.
I.—(Having obeyed the order, hummed in a low tone, the well known air:)
"Les Soissonnais sont heureux, Les haricots font chez eux."
OBESE.—Do not laugh: it is a real treasure for this country.
Paris gains immensely by it. I will thank you to pass me the
English peas. When young they are food fit for the gods.
I?—Anathema on beans and peas.
OBESE.—Bah, for your anathema; you talk as if you were a whole council. I.—(To another.) I congratulate you on your good health, it seems to me that you have fattened somewhat, since I last saw you.
OBESE.—I probably owe it to a change of diet.
I.—How so?
OBESE.—For some time I eat a rich soup for breakfast, and so thick that the spoon would stand up in it.