SECOND LADY
To a delicate mind—
THIRD LADY
How embarrassing—
FOURTH LADY
I declare I quite pity you.
FIRST GENTLEMAN
Puppy!
MR. H. A Baronet at the table, seeing my dilemma, jogged my elbow; and a good-natured Duchess, who does every thing with a grace peculiar to herself, trod on my toes at that instant: this brought me to myself, and—covered with blushes, and pitied by all the ladies—I withdrew.
FIRST LADY
How charmingly he tells a story.
SECOND LADY
But how distressing!
MR. H. Lord Squandercounsel, who is my particular friend, was pleased to rally me in his inimitable way upon it next day. I shall never forget a sensible thing he said on the occasion—speaking of absence of mind, my foible—says he, my dear Hogs—
SEVERAL LADIES
Hogs——what—ha—
MR. H. My dear Hogsflesh—my name—(here an universal scream)—O my cursed unfortunate tongue!—H, I mean—Where was I?