MIZ. Four bread and cheeses, and a pint of stout.—(Aside.) Egad, they sha’n’t ruin us.
BOLT. The very thing! I dote upon stout, and so does Mrs. Steele.
MISS B. La, my dear, I like nothing so plebeian; it’s taking away one’s character to say so.
MRS. S. And I faint at the smell of cheese.
MIZ. Waiter!
WAITER. Yes, sir.
MIZ. A decanter of water for the ladies, and butter instead of cheese.
BOLT. Exactly!—only a pint of stout.
MISS B. Stay! Have you nothing but bread and butter and cheese in the house?
BOLT. Have you got any onions?