Fine woman, Lady Trafford--a little on the wane though." "Ah! you're so very particular," sighed Mrs.Wood.
"Not in the least," returned Kneebone, slyly, "not in the least.

Another glass, Jack." "Thank'ee, Sir," grinned Sheppard.
"Off with it to the health of King James the Third, and confusion to his enemies!" "Hold!" interposed Wood; "that is treason.

I'll have no such toast drunk at my table!" "It's the king's birthday," urged the woollen draper.
"Not _my_ king's," returned Wood.

"I quarrel with no man's political opinions, but I will have my own respected!" "Eh day!" exclaimed Mrs.Wood; "here's a pretty to-do about nothing.
Marry, come up! I'll see who's to be obeyed.

Drink the toast, Jack." "At your peril, sirrah!" cried Wood.
"He was hanged that left his drink behind, you know, master," rejoined Sheppard.