Half-and-half

Tom and I go half-and-half on the rent.

Accordingly, we went to a public house, near the Theatre, sat ourselves down in a quiet room upstairs on the first floor, and called for a pint of half-and-half, a-piece, and a pipe. “Well, Sir, we put our pipes aboard, and we drank our half-and-half, and sat a talking, very sociably, […]

I had some really nice customers—there was a couple who bought only a pint of half-and-half once a week for their coffee—and I had some deadbeats, the kind of people who knew that if they ever paid their bill in full you’d drop them.