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This appeared to settle the point, and as soon as the play was
over, he returned to the inn, anticipating how much hetter the
salmon would be than the London pickle. The cloth was duly
spread, and a covered dish placed before him.
" Supper, sir—quite ready, sir," said the waiter, whisking
away the cover, and presenting to his sight a mutton cutlet.
" You'll find this excellent, sir."
" Eo doubt; but I ordered pickled salmon!"
" I beg your pardon, sir,—did you, sir r" (with a slight appear-
ance of confusion.)
" Did I! Yes, to be sure I did. Do you mean to say yon do
not recollect it:"
" I may have forgotten it, sir; I suppose I Jtatte forgotten it,
" "Well, it does not matter much; I can make a supper of
this. But don't forget to let me have some pickled salmon to-
" Certainly not, sir," was the waiter's answer; and so the
matter ended for that night.
On the following evening, Grimaldi invited the manager, at
the close of the performances, to go home and sup with Mmr
which he willingly did. As on the preceding evening, the meal
was prepared and awaiting their arrival Do-wn they sat, sad
upon the removal of the cover, a rump-steak presented itself.
A good deal surprised, he said to the waiter,
" What's this! have you forgotten the pickled salmon again?"
" "Why, really, sir, dear me 1" hesitated the mas,—" I believe
I have—I really fancied you said you would have beef to-night,
sir.' To-morrow night, sir, I'll take care that you have some."
" ISow, mind that you do remember it, for to-morrow is the
last day I shall be here, and I have a particular wish to taste
some before I leave the town."
"Depend upon me, sir,—you shall certainly have some to-
morrow, sir," said the waiter. The manager preferred meat, wre than ninety pounds j and in that instance Joe experienced the kind-