"Is dish Misther Coxsh?
blesh my hart, it is a honor to see you; I have heard so much of your play." "Come, come," says I, "sir"-- for I'm pretty wide awake--"none of your gammon; you're not going to book ME." "No, begar, dis fish you not catch," says Count Mace.
"Dat is gut!--haw! haw!" snorted the Baron.

"Hook him! Lieber Himmel, you might dry and hook me as well.

Haw! haw!" Well, we went to play.

"Five to four on Coxe," screams out the Count.--"Done and done," says another nobleman.

"Ponays," says the Count.--"Done," says the nobleman.