"I never drank such tea, Mistress Bessie," said Sheridan, passing his cup to be refilled. "Really you are an enchantress."
"She enchanted me years ago," said Moore.
"I suited him to a tee the first time I saw him," said Bessie, laughing.
"A pun is the lowest form of humor," said Moore, severely.
"And therefore at the bottom of all true wit," said Sheridan, coming to his hostess's defence like the gallant old Irishman he was.
"It seems to me you two are very thick," said Moore, critically. "I 'll have you to understand, Richard Brinsley, that I am not to be treated with contempt."
"I think Irish whisky would be what I should treat you with, Tommy."
"A happy thought," cried the poet. "Buster, the Dew of Heaven."
"Some 'un just knocked, Mr. Moore," said the boy.
"Then open the door, you gossoon."