Mr. DOUGLAS was one day dining at
the house of a lady friend, and it fell to his lot to carve in place of
the hostess, who occupied the seat next to him. The joint was rather
tough, and in addition to the necessary art, some degree of strength was
required to cut it up properly. In endeavouring to separate a ligament
the knife slipped, and a quantity of gravy spurted over the dress of the
lady, who said:
"Oh, Mr. Douglas, don’t apologise,
it is entirely my own fault—the meat should have been better prepared."
Oh, ma’am, dunna say that,"
gallantly replied Mr. Douglas, "let me take the blame—let me be all the
gravy, and let yours be all the grace."
