Judge: What is a man’s dinner?
Witness: I called for a fried sole, and a veal cutlet, and a pint of sherry. Something like a man’s dinner!
Mr. Walters: And did you consume this gargantuan feast?
Witness: I think you are an intelligent gentleman, and I will leave it to you.
Mr. Walters: You may. Now let us come to your inquiries. I suppose you wanted lodgings?
Witness: I asked the waiter if he could direct me to any.
Mr. Walters: And did he?
Witness: I asked for something old, architectural, and inconvenient.
Mr. Walters: And he directed you?
Witness: He did.