Mrs.Vandegobbleschroy (whose unfailing appetite is pretty well known to every person who has been in India) cried, "Well, Captain Gahagan, your ball has been so pleasant, and the supper was despatched so long ago, that myself and the ladies would be very glad of a little breakfast." And Mrs.Van giggled as if she had made a very witty and reasonable speech.

"Oh! breakfast, breakfast by all means," said the rest; "we really are dying for a warm cup of tea." "Is it bohay tay or souchong tay that you'd like, ladies ?" says I.
"Nonsense, you silly man; any tea you like," said fat Mrs.Van.
"What do you say, then, to some prime GUNPOWDER ?" Of course they said it was the very thing.
"And do you like hot rowls or cowld--muffins or crumpets--fresh butter or salt?
And you, gentlemen, what do you say to some ilegant divvled-kidneys for yourselves, and just a trifle of grilled turkeys, and a couple of hundthred new-laid eggs for the ladies ?" "Pooh, pooh! be it as you will, my dear fellow," answered they all.
"But stop," says I."O ladies, O ladies: O gentlemen, gentlemen, that you should ever have come to the quarters of Goliah Gahagan, and he been without--" "What ?" said they, in a breath.
"Alas I alas! I have not got a single stick of chocolate in the whole house." "Well, well, we can do without it." "Or a single pound of coffee." "Never mind; let that pass too." (Mrs.Van and the rest were beginning to look alarmed.) "And about the kidneys--now I remember, the black divvles outside the fort have seized upon all the sheep; and how are we to have kidneys without them ?" (Here there was a slight o--o--o!) "And with regard to the milk and crame, it may be remarked that the cows are likewise in pawn, and not a single drop can be had for money or love: but we can beat up eggs, you know, in the tay, which will be just as good." "Oh! just as good." "Only the divvle's in the luck, there's not a fresh egg to be had--no, nor a fresh chicken," continued I, "nor a stale one either; nor a tayspoonful of souchong, nor a thimbleful of bohay; nor the laste taste in life of butther, salt or fresh; nor hot rowls or cowld!" "In the name of heaven!" said Mrs.Van, growing very pale, "what is there, then ?" "Ladies and gentlemen, I'll tell you what there is now," shouted I.
"There's "Two drumsticks of fowls, and a bone of ham.
Fourteen bottles of ginger-beer," &c.

&c.

&c.
And I went through the whole list of eatables as before, ending with the ham-sandwiches and the pot of jelly.
"Law! Mr.Gahagan," said Mrs.Colonel Vandegobbleschroy, "give me the ham-sandwiches--I must manage to breakfast off them." And you should have heard the pretty to-do there was at this modest proposition! Of course I did not accede to it--why should I?
I was the commander of the fort, and intended to keep these three very sandwiches for the use of myself and my dear Belinda.

"Ladies," said I, "there are in this fort one hundred and twenty-six souls, and this is all the food which is to last us during the siege.