"My Dear, I wish the Lot had been knocked down to him. These are suitable Toys for a Personage of that Condition, but not for us. Why, now, I venture to say this Set cost you five and twenty Pounds, at the lowest Figure."
"Five and twenty? You may add Something to that. Why, Mrs. Honeywood, you must be a Dolt, to know their Value no better than that, or else you are saying so to incense me!"
"Indeed, my Dear, I have learnt the World's Value for such Things but too well, by having to pay for them so often. Are these paid for?"
"Confusion, Madam! Do you mean to doubt my Honour?"
"Why really, Mr. Honeywood, you have so little ready Money except what is earned by these poor Girls, that I might be excused for asking. And in Truth I do not feel it so much of a Compliment as I could wish, to have Presents bought to gratify your own Taste, which you know do not suit mine, and after all, be obliged to pay the Bill."
"This is Language I will stand from no Woman."
"Nay, Mr. Honeywood, just look at those Shepherdesses on the Mantel-Shelf, and say if it were not so with them...." ... (Smash went the Shepherdesses.)
"The Senses shall go next," cried he, "if you say another Word! Don't cling to me, Patty! They shall."
"Dear Father, my Mother is not going to say another Word. Pray be calm."