Culch. (breathlessly). And what did the tunny—I mean the Manager—say to that?
Mr. B. Oh, made more difficulties—it wasn't to be got, and so on. At last I said to him (very quietly, but he saw I was in earnest), "Now I tell you what it is—I'm going to have that tunny, and, if you refuse to give it me,—well, I shall just send my courier out for it, that's all!" So, with that, they brought me some—and anything more delicious I never tasted in all my life!
Culch. (to himself). If I can only keep him on at this tunny! (Aloud.) And—er—what does it taste like exactly, now?
Mr. B. (pregnantly.) You order it, Sir—insist on having it. Then you'll know what it tastes like! [He devotes himself to his soup.
Culch. (with his eyes lowered—to himself.) I must look up in another minute—and then! [He shivers.
CHAPTER XV.
Culchard comes out Nobly.
Scene—The Table d'Hôte at Lugano; Culchard has not yet caught Miss Prendergast's eye.
Culchard (to Mr. Bellerby). Have you—ah—been up Monte Generoso yet?