“That would cost you too dearly.”
“Never too dear. Quick I make up your minds.”
“Well, we will sup with you.”
“Then lay the table for three; I must go on in an hour.”
“In an hour! You mean three, sir; papa will take two hours to get you a good supper.”
“Then I will not go on, but you must keep me company all night.”
“We will do so, if papa does not object. We will have your chaise put into the coach-house.”
These two minxes gave me an excellent supper, and were a match for me in drinking as well as eating. The wine was delicious, and we stayed at table till midnight, laughing and joking together, though without overstepping the bounds of propriety.
About midnight, the father came in jovially, and asked me how I had enjoyed my supper.
“Very much,” I answered, “but I have enjoyed still more the company of your charming daughters.”