Jane. I’m sorry I went and took the poultry.
Kitty. John will carve you some ham if you’d like to try it, Miss Jane.
Jane. I’m sure I’m much obliged.
[Jeremy comes in.]
Jeremy. [Coming to the back of Jane’s chair.] Don’t you get mixing of your meats is what I says. Commence with ham and finish with he. That’s what do suit the inside of a delicate female.
Jane. [Looking up admiringly.] Now that’s just what old Uncle he did used to say.
Jeremy. Old uncle did know what he was a-talking about then.
Liz. [Warming and looking less awkward and ill at ease.] ’Twas the gout what kept Uncle so low in his eating, ’twas not th’ inclination of him.
Jeremy. Ah ’twouldn’t be the gout nor any other disease as would keep me from a platter of good food.
John. Nor from your mug of drink neither, Jerry.