And since, that night
That was warm and bright
It's snowed or it's rained like—well.
Have you drawn your wages, Nompy?
Have you reckoned your pounds and pence?
Harsh blows the wind,
And I feel inclined
To banquet at your expense!
The "Friar Terence" of Field's note was the Edward J. McPhelim to whom reference has already been made, who often joined us in our after-theatre symposiums, but could not be induced to walk one block if there was a street-car going his way.
As bearing on the nature of these "banquets," and the unending source of enjoyment they were to both of us, the following may throw a passing light: