"'...he cut up most uncommon rough and forbade me the house. And rougher still when he found she took it somewhat to heart, and that we corresponded. Said, if I was looking for a fortune I might go and try my luck with French prizes, and that I might kiss his breech too -- she was meat for my master. Surely, sir, that was a pretty illiberal expression?'
"'Kissing his breech, do you mean, or meat for your master?'
"'Oh, kiss my breech is in his mouth every day, perfectly usual: no, I meant meat for my master. In my opinion that was low.'
"'Only a scrub would say it,' said Stephen. 'Meat -- pah! Suff on him.'