B. Get up a splendid dinner party for their first casual meeting. Place the company at table.
A. Surely you are not going to choke her with the bone of a chicken.
B. You surely are about to murder me, as Sampson did the Philistines—
A. With the jaw-bone of a fashionable novel-writer, you mean.
B. Exactly. But to proceed:— they are seated at table; can you describe a grand dinner?
A. Certainly, I have partaken of more than one.
B. Where?
A. I once sat down three hundred strong at the Freemasons’ Tavern.
B. Pshaw! a mere hog feed.
A. Well, then, I dined with the late lord mayor.