"Not a bit of it, my Beamish Boys," said Mr. Punch. "I am going to earn that dinner."
"But, dear Mr. Punch," pleaded Mr. Davis, "we can't admit another British Representative, especially so omnipotent a one as yourself."
"You are polite, and I'm cosmopolite, my dear Davis. Non ubi nascor, sed ubi pascor, and being asked to an international repast I shall behave internationally."
"You will have to let him speak," laughed Baron Itajuba.
"You open your mouth to drop Brazilian diamonds, my Baron."
"He'd better remain, for I don't think he'll go," gaily carolled the Chief Justice, with a reminiscence of a burlesque written at a time when burlesques were comic.
"Take your brief, and belabour away," sang the Merry Swiss Boy.
"Come, Mr. Punch," said the Count, "you and I have a common Italian ancestry. Do us credit."
"Con rispetto parlando, Count, you ought not to doubt that I shall. Arbitrators! Have you all read Rabelais?"
"There's a question!" shouted Everybody, indignantly. "Have five great nations sent clowns to represent them?"