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"Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, July 4, 1891"

Yes; we should--er--like something to
eat--anything--so long as you can bring it at once, if you don't mind.
"We--this Lady is rather in a hurry, and we've waited some little time
already, you see.
_The Waiter_. Peg your bardon, zis is nod my daple. I send your
Vaiter. [_He vanishes._
_The E.A_. Scandalous! over twenty minutes we've been here! Ha! at
last! (_A_ Waiter _appears with a tureen, which he uncovers._) Here,
what do you call _this?_
_Waiter_. Groute au Bot--you order him, yes? No? I dake him away! [_He
whisks it away, to the chagrin of_ Guest, _who thought it smelt nice._
The E.A_. I ordered Bisque--where is it? and I want some wine, too--a
pint of Pommery '84, and a small lager. If they're not here very soon,
I'll--
_The Guest_ (_trying to make the best of things_). Nothing for it but
patience, I suppose.
_The E.A._ (_with intention_). I had very little of _that_ left before
I sat down, I can tell you!
_A Sarcastic and Solitary Diner._ Waiter, could you spare me one
moment of your valuable time? (_The_ Waiter _halts irresolutely.


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