"and mind you!" said mr. cruncher. "no games to-morrow! if i, as a honest tradesman, succeed in providing a jinte of meat or two, none of your not touching of it, and sticking to bread. if i, as a honest tradesman, am able to provide a little beer, none of your declaring on water. when you go to rome, do as rome does. rome will be a ugly customer to you, if you don't. i'm your rome, you know."