“Very well. And now about the soup - now, Caudle, don’t swear at the soup in that manner; you know there must be soup. Well, once in a way, and just to show our friends how happy we’ve been, we’ll have some real turtle.
“No, you won’t, you’ll have nothing but mock?
“Then, Mr. Caudle, you may sit at the table by yourself. Mock-turtle on a wedding-day! Was there ever such an insult? What do you say?
“Let it be real, then, for once?
“Ha, Caudle! As I say, you were a very different person fourteen years ago. And, Caudle, you’ll look after the venison? There’s a place I know, somewhere in the City, where you get it beautiful! You’ll look to it?
“You will?
“Very well.
“And now who shall we invite?
“Who I like?
“Now, you know, Caudle, that’s nonsense; because I only like whom you like. I suppose the Prettymans must come? But understand, Caudle, I don’t have Miss Prettyman: I’m not going to have my peace of mind destroyed under my own roof! if she comes, I don’t appear at the table. What do you say?