Answer'd, amazed: "What! you like fat, my wife!
And never told me. O, this is not kind!
Think what your reticence has wrought for us:
How all the fat sent down unto the maid—
Who likes not fat—for such maids never do—
Has been put in the waste-tub, sold for grease,
And pocketed as servants' perquisite!
O, wife! this news is good; for since, perforce,
A joint must be nor fat nor lean, but both;
Our different tastes will serve our purpose well;