turbot? No, Mr. Caudle, brill won't do--it shall be turbot, or there
sha'n't be any fish at all. Oh, what a mean man you are, Caudle!
Shall it be turbot?

"IT SHALL?

"Very well. And now about the soup--now, Caudle, don't swear at the
soup in that manner; you know there must be soup. Well, once in a
way, and just to show our friends how happy we've been, we'll have
some real turtle.

"NO, YOU WON'T, YOU'LL HAVE NOTHING BUT MOCK?

"Then, Mr. Caudle, you may sit at the table by yourself. Mock-turtle
on a wedding-day! Was there ever such an insult? What do you say?

"LET IT BE REAL, THEN, FOR ONCE?

"Ha, Caudle! As I say, you were a very different person fourteen
years ago. And, Caudle, you'll look after the venison? There's a
place I know, somewhere in the City, where you get it beautiful!
You'll look to it?

"YOU WILL?

"Very well.

"And now who shall we invite?

"WHO I LIKE?