“Better take some, Upperton. It is positively delicious,” said Mr. Dapper, after swallowing a spoonful.
Lord Upperton poked the mixture with his spoon and then tasted it.
“It isn’t so very nasty,” he said, and took a second spoonful. “By Jove, it isn’t bad at all. Bless me, the more I eat the better I like it.”
His plate was quickly cleaned.
“Pardon me, Miss Newville, but the succotash is so superb that I dare violate good manners, which I am sure you will overlook, and pass my plate for more.”
“You see, my lord, what you have gained by trying it. If you had not tasted it, you would have gone back to England and told the nabobs that the people in the Colonies eat just such nasty things as the sheep-men feed to their flocks; but now you can torment them by describing the dainty delicacies of the Colonies.”
“By Jove! That’s a capital idea, Dapper. It will make the Macaronies mad as March hares.”
“Please fill your glasses, ladies and gentlemen, and we will drink the health of our most gracious sovereign,”[46] said Mr. Newville.
The glasses were filled, and the health of the king drunk.
“Our king is a right royal sovereign,” said Mr. Newville.