"Then comes tea and bread-and-butter. Next, some cups and saucers and knives and forks."
"D'ye think we are ostriches?" demanded Sheridan.
"Then comes the best of all, gentlemen, the dessert."
"And what may that be, Tommy?"
"Well, it may be custard pudding--"
"Ah!" said Brummell in an approving tone.
"But it is n't," continued Moore. "It is something even sweeter and softer."
"Don't arouse my curiosity further," pleaded Sheridan.
"Well, then, we are to have kisses for dessert."
Sheridan and the Beau applauded noisily while Bessie blushed in a most becoming manner.