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But Turbot none—my Lord look'd doubtful—
"My dear !—I think—is no fish come ? "
"There is love—leave the room, John—mum—
I sold the fish, you silly man,
I make a bargain when I can ;
The fish which cost us shillings twenty,
I sold for thirty to content ye—
For one pound ten to Lady Tatter,
Lord ! how you stare, why, what's the matter ?"
My Lord stared wide with both his eyes, Down knife and fork dropt with surprise; "For one pound ten to Lady Tatter! If she was fiat, ma'am, you were flatter ; Two pounds the Turbot cost—'tis true. One pound / paid, and one pound you."
"Two pounds ! Good Heavens ! Why then say It cost but one pound ?"—"Nay, ma'am, nay, I said not so, said nought about it ; So, madam, you were free to doubt it/' "Two pounds! Good Heavens ! Why who could doubt
That the fish cost what I laid out ?
'Twould have been madness (you may rate) In such a case to hesitate."
"'Tis never madness," he replies,
"To donbt. I doubt my very eyes.
Had you but doubted tiie prime cost,
Ten shillings would not have been lost.
Tho' yon and all the world may rate.
You see 'tit best to hesitate."
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