Soaper. “Ah!”
Quin. “Ho!”
Clive. “Eh!”
Cibber. “Humph!”
These interjections are small on paper, but as the good creatures uttered them they were eloquent; there was a cheerful variety of dispraise skillfully thrown into each of them.
“Well,” continued Soaper, with his everlasting smile.
Then the fun began.
“May I be permitted to ask whose portrait this is?” said Mr. Cibber slyly.
“I distinctly told you, it was to be Peg Woffington's,” said Mrs. Clive. “I think you might take my word.”
“Do you act as truly as you paint?” said Quin.