'There's bread here for four of us:
Thank God, there's no more of us!'"
Sheridan sat down amidst the laughing approval of the others.
"That," observed Moore, "is what I call a curst fine bit of prayer-making. Sherry and I like our prayers like our liquor--concentrated."
"Your remark is a trifle paradoxical," commented Brummell. "Yes, Mistress Bessie, sugar and milk both."
"Brummell has a sweet tooth," said Sheridan, taking the cup Bessie passed him.
"And Bessie has a sweet mouth," said Moore, buttering his bread generously.
"I suppose you know all about that, Tom?"
"Trust me for that, Sherry."
"That sort of credit is easy for an Irishman to obtain," said the old gentleman.
"With Bessie?" inquired Moore. "That shows you have never tried, Sherry."