"Ha!"
"Souflée."
"Eh?"
"Fricassée."
"Indeed!"
"Ragout or Fricandeau—and I'll let you have it—hiccup!—a bargain."
"Could'nt think of such a thing," said his majesty calmly, at the same time arising from his seat. The metaphysician stared.
"Am supplied at present," said his majesty.
"Hiccup!—e-h?"—said the philosopher.
"Have no funds on hand."