"No, ma'ain, it's my opinion," (looking at the fragments) "the company will find it rather low."
"Ay, but I mean, Mr. Alderman, it's not so fresh as it might be."
"Why the head did whisper to me, ma'am, that he had not been at sea these ten days; only I thought it rude to repeat what was told me in confidence, and I'm not fond of fresh things myself, am I, Mrs. Marigold? Shall I help you to a little fowl, ma'am, a wing, or a merry thought?"
"Egad! Mr. Alderman, you are always ready to assist the company with the latter."
"Yes, ma'am, always happy to help the ladies to a __tit bit: shall I send you the recorder's nose? Bless my heart, how warm it is! Here, Joe, hang my wig behind me, and place that calf's-head before me." (See Plate.)
"Very sorry, ma'am, very sorry indeed," said Mr. Deputy Flambeau to the lady next him, whose silk dress he had just bespattered all over; "could not have supposed this little pig had so much gravy in him," as Lady Macbeth says.
"I wish you'd turn that ere nasty thing right round, Mr. Deputy," growled out a city costermonger, "'cause my wife's quite alarmed for her grose de Naples."
"Not towards me, if you please, Mr. Deputy," simpered out Miss Marigold, "because thereby hangs a tail, i.e. (tale)."
"That's my Biddy's ultimatum," said the alderman; "she never makes more than one good joke a day."
"If they are all as good as the last, they deserve the benefit of frequent resurrection, alderman."