Dr. Adipose. Major—au—I’ll trouble you for a little of the harrico—hau: It looks very well—au—very well, indeed.
Vice-President. Splint, shall I send you a little pig?
Mr. Splint. Indeed it is a thing Mrs. Splint is very fond of; and if you like, I’ll send my servant up to you to-morrow for it.
Vice-President. For what!
Mr. Splint. Why the little pig you mentioned.
Dr. Adipose. Poo—oo—au—ha! ha! ha!
[A general laugh—more at the expense of Dr. Adipose than the little pig.]
Vice-President. Why, my dear Sir, I asked you to take a little of this roast pig.
Mr. Splint. Oh dear!—I beg your pardon.
Dr. Adipose. Very good—very good joke indeed—hau. Well, I think as you mentioned it, I’ll taste the little pig—a leetle bit, Mr. President. Devilish good joke—thank you, that will do.