Log. We know you don’t, and that’s what we’re telling you. Poor young man—very uninformed.
Tom. Quite ignorant, isn’t he, Bob?
Log. Melancholy to think of—quite lamentable.
Tom. You must go to school, again, Jerry.
Jerry. What! the Hammer School?
Log. Yes, take your degrees under the classical Captain Grose. A swell, my dear boy, or rather an empty swell, is an animal very plentiful in the fashionable world; which, like the frog in the fable, wishing to appear greater than it is, and vie with the substantial John Bulls of the Exchange, keeps puffing and puffing itself out, till it bursts in the attempt, and proves its appearance, like itself, a bubble.
Enter REGULAR.
Reg. The sufferer’s carriage is at the door, sir.
Tom. What, Dicky Primefit? trundle him in.
Reg. This way, Mr. Primefit.