Five Red Herrings1975

Lord Peter Wimsey:
What's for lunch, Bunter? I am feeling uncommon ready for it.

Bunter:
Just a simple stew, my lord. Shin of beef with onions, carrots, and dumplings.

Lord Peter Wimsey:
I say sheer bliss.

Bunter:
And equally hard to come by?

Lord Peter Wimsey:
Hard to come by?

Bunter:
Shin of beef, my lord, like sheer beef in these parts, equally hard to come by.

Lord Peter Wimsey:
Now you do surprise me. I would have thought there were plenty of beeves in this part of the world with their fair share of shins.

Bunter:
Your lordship is perfectly cowed, but the local term for shin of beef is "hough," and I had great difficulty in making myself understood.

Lord Peter Wimsey:
Do you know I do believe that you're right.

Bunter:
Would your lordhip like me to refer to the comestible as "hough" during our residence in this country?

Lord Peter Wimsey:
Well, it would be a great concession to national feeling, Bunter, if you could bring yourself to do so.

Bunter:
Right you are, my lord.