"No, Sir, I can't hush, I know it's as I say: I'm sure of it! Oh, the Meanness!—"
"My dear Patty!—"
"It's abominable, Sir! He, call himself a Gentleman?"
"My dear Patty, you quite astound me by the Vehemence of your Sympathy. I can't tell you how gratefully I feel it. But your undue Warmth makes me see my own in its proper Light—I was feeling this Matter too much. It is mortifying enough, I must own, but I dare say what he tells me is true...."
"Not a Word!"
"And whether true or not, the Loss to me is the same—I shall never see my Manuscript again—"
"If I were the King or the Lord Mayor, you should!—"
"Pooh, pooh! what, when it's burnt?"
"Burnt or unburnt; or he should go to Newgate; that he should!"