Peer.
The race has improved so remarkably?
The Lean One.
No, just the reverse; it's sunk shamefully low;—
The majority end in a casting-ladle.
Peer.
Ah yes—I have heard that ladle mentioned;
In fact, 'twas the cause of my coming to you.
The Lean One.
Speak out!
Peer.
If it were not too much to ask,
I should like
The Lean One.
A harbour of refuge? eh?
Peer.
You've guessed my petition before I have asked.
You tell me the business is going awry;
So I daresay you will not be over-particular,
The Lean One.
But, my dear
Peer.
My demands are in no way excessive.
I shouldn't insist on a salary;
But treatment as friendly as things will permit.
The Lean One.
A fire in your room?
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