leave her lodgings at the seaside--she was so disturbed by the screams of the lobsters being boiled in the back-kitchen.... I was reading only the other day that oysters' hearts continue to beat down to the very moment they are being assimilated.... What they must suffer, poor dears! Couldn't there be a law that they should only be eaten under chloroform, or something?... I never get tired of turbot--cod, now, I don't care for, and salmon I like--but I can't digest--why, is more than I can tell you.--(&c.)
[Illustration: "Don't make a fuss--you can take one glass, as he wishes it."]
Miss Seaton. (to herself.) To see DOUGLAS here a--a paid parasite--and actually seeming to enjoy his food--it's like some dreadful nightmare--I can't believe it! But I'm glad he hasn't the face to speak to me!
Lord Strath. (to SEAKALE offering Hock.) If you please.