In the meantime the dinner went on very pleasantly.
"Ah," said the count, "there is no fish like salmon early in the year; but not too early.

And it should come alive from Grove, and be cooked by Stubbs." "And eaten by me," said Boodle.
"Under my auspices," said the count, "and then all is well.

Mr.
Clavering, a little bit near the head?
Not care about any particular part?
That is wrong.

Everybody should always learn what is the best to eat of everything, and get it if they can." "By George, I should think so," said Doodles.

"I know I do." "Not to know the bit out of the neck of the salmon from any other bit, is not to know a false note from a true one.