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` The eighth is now on the fire and done to a turn , but I hear that His Majesty has started for the review , so we must put on a ninth . ' ` That is how it is managed , ' said my companion , as we turned from the tent . ` I have known twenty-three fowls got ready for him before he asked for his meal . That day he called for his dinner at eleven at night . He cares little what he eats or drinks , but he will not be kept waiting . Half a bottle of Chambertin , a red mullet , or a pullet a la Marengo satisfy every need , but it is unwise to put pastry or cream upon the table , because he is as likely as not to eat it before the fowl . Ah , that is a curious sight , is it not ? '