Barnstaple. Have you talked about cooks?
Ansard. As yet, not a word.
Barnstaple. By this time you ought to have some knowledge of gastronomy. Talk seriously about eating.
Ansard. (writes.) I have made a memo.
Barnstaple. Have you had no affront?
Ansard. Not one.
B. Then be seriously affronted—complain to the burgomaster, or mayor, or commandant, whoever it may be—they attempt to bully—you are resolute and firm as an Englishman—insist upon being righted—they must make you a thousand apologies. This will tickle the national vanity, and be read with interest.
Ansard. (writes.) I have been affronted. Anything else which may proceed from your prolific brain, Barnstaple?
Barnstaple. Have you had a serious illness?
Ansard. Never complained even of a headache.