"I have been hallooing these ten minutes.
Couple of glasses of bar mixture for these ladies and go of
gin for myself. And I say waiter, stop, stop, don't be in
such a deuced hurry; do you think folks can drink without
eating;--sausages for three; and damme, take care they are not
burnt."
"Yes, sir, directly, directly."
"That's the way to talk to these fellows," said Mick with a
self-satisfied air, and perfectly repaid by the admiring gaze
of his companions.
"It's pretty Miss Harriet," said Mick looking up at the
ceiling with a careless nil admirari glance.
"Oh! it is beautiful," said Harriet.
"You never were here before; it's the only place. That's the
Lady of the Lake," he added, pointing to a picture; "I've seen
her at the Circus, with real water."
The hissing sausages crowning a pile of mashed potatoes were
placed before them; the delicate rummers of the Mowbray slap-
bang, for the girls; the more masculine pewter measure for
their friend.
"Are the plates very hot?" said Mick;
"Very sir."
"Hot plates half the battle," said Mick.
"Now, Caroline; here, Miss Harriet; don't take away your
plate, wait for the mash; they mash their taters here very
elegant.
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