Harriet. Well, I protest and now I can scarcely refrain from laughing at the Conceit of it.
Lady Betty. The Conceit!
Harriet. Dear Ma'am, your Ladyship can't be in earnest, sure, there's no Mystery—
Lady Betty. No Mystery—but I tell you there's a Je ne sais quoi—
Harriet. Dear Ma'am, I hope your Ladyship won't be in a passion about it.
Lady Betty. Is it not enough to provoke anybody to be contradicted in a thing that a person has voyag'd for? But I tell you Madam, not one in a thousand of the English know how to blow the Nose—it's a thing not understood in this country.
Harriet. With all my Heart, Ma'am, if you will have it so.
Lady Betty. It's very true though—the people of this Country don't know how to blow the Nose—or to walk, or to sit down, or to rise up, or to cough, or to spit, or to sneeze—now let me hear you sneeze.
Harriet. I wou'd oblige you Ma'am with such a thing, if I possibly cou'd.
Lady Betty. Oh, you can't then, here, take a pinch of snuff to provoke a Sneeze. (Gives snuff)