that the Marquess has determined to take such a decided course on the West India Question."
"Oh, yes! curse your East India sugar."
"To be sure—slavery, and sweetmeats, for ever!"
"I was always for the West India interest, from a boy. Grey. I had an aunt who was a Creole, and who used to stuff me with guava jelly, and small delicate limes, that looked, for all the world, like emeralds powdered with diamond dust."
"Pooh! my dear Cleveland, they shouldn't have looked like any such thing. What your Creole aunt gave you must have been candied. The delicate fruit should swim in an ocean of clarified sugar."
"I believe you're right. Grey: I sacrificed truth to a trope. Do you like the Barbados ginger?"
"If it is mild, and of a pale golden colour.
