Would you believe it?
When the cover was removed, the sacrilegious dog of an Amphitryon had put into the dish Cicero's 'De Finibus.' 'There is a work all fins!' said he.

"Atrocious jest!" exclaimed Brandon, solemnly.
"Was it not?
Whenever the gastronomists set up a religious inquisition, I trust they will roast every impious rascal who treats the divine mystery with levity.

Pun upon cooking, indeed! A propos of Dareville, he is to come into the administration." "You astonish me!" said Brandon.

"I never heard that; I don't know him.
He has very little power; has he any talent ?" "Yes, a very great one,--acquired, though." "What is it ?" "A pretty wife!" "My lord!" exclaimed Brandon, abruptly, and half rising from his seat.
Mauleverer looked up hastily, and on seeing the expression of his companion's face coloured deeply; there was a silence for some moments.
"Tell me," said Brandon, indifferently, helping himself to vegetables, for he seldom touched meat; and a more amusing contrast can scarcely be conceived than that between the earnest epicurism of Mauleverer and the careless contempt of the sublime art manifested by his guest,--"tell me, you who necessarily know everything, whether the government really is settled,--whether you are to have the garter, and I (mark the difference!) the judgeship." "Why so, I imagine, it will be arranged; namely, if you will consent to hang up the rogues instead of living by the fools!" "One may unite both!" returned Brandon.

"But I believe, in general, it is vice versa; for we live by the rogues, and it is only the fools we are able to hang up.