Lord Foppington's interview with his Court artists is well described—
Tom Fashion. There's that fop now, has not by nature wherewithal to move a cook-maid, and by that time these fellows have done with him, egad he shall melt down a countess! But now for my reception; I'll engage it shall be as cold a one as a courtier's to his friend, who comes to put him in mind of his promise.
Lord F. (to his tailor.) Death and eternal tortures! Sir, I say the packet's too high by a foot.
Tailor. My lord, if it had been an inch lower it would not have held your lordship's packet-handkerchief.
Lord F. Rat my packet-handkerchief! have not I a page to carry it? You may make him a packet up to his chin a purpose for it; but I will not have mine come so near my face.
Tailor. 'Tis not for me to dispute your lordship's fancy.
Lord F. Look you, Sir, I shall never be reconciled to this nauseous packet, therefore pray get me another suit with all manner of expedition, for this is my eternal salvation. Mrs. Calico, are not you of my mind?
Mrs. Cal. O, directly, my lord! It can never be too low.
Lord F. You are positively in the right on't, for the packet becomes no part of the body but the knee.
(Exit tailor.)