Jarvey! Here am I, ye’r honour.
SCENE.—Hyde Park Corner.
Enter TOM, JERRY, and LOGIC.
Tom. Ha! ha! ha! was there ever such a flat as that Mr. Green?—we can buy no prad to-day, Jerry; we must go when some gentlemen’s stud is selling; and while the dealers are running down the cattle, we can get a prime good one for a song. But now for Almack’s—the highest Life in London! and see what game Cupid has sprung up for us in that quarter.
Jerry. I long to be there,—let’s hasten to dress at once.
Log. Aye; call a rattler.
Jerry. A rattler! I’m at fault again.
Log. A rattler is a rumbler, otherwise a jarvey! better known perhaps by the name of a hack; handy enough in wet weather, or a hurry.