“Never; but I saw one sit astride on an ass in Germany!”
“The saddle was not on her husband, I hope, madam?”
“No, sir; the husband walked by his kinsfolk's side, and made the best of a bad bargain, as Peggy's husband will have to.”
“Wait till some one ventures on the gay Lotharia—illi aes triplex; that means he must have triple brass, Kitty.”
“I deny that, sir; since his wife will always have enough for both.”
“I have not observed the lady's brass,” said Vane, trembling with passion; “but I observed her talent, and I noticed that whoever attacks her to her face comes badly off.”
“Well said, sir,” answered Quin; “and I wish Kitty here would tell us why she hates Mrs. Woffington, the best-natured woman in the theater?”
“I don't hate her, I don't trouble my head about her.”
“Yes, you hate her; for you never miss a cut at her!”
“Do you hate a haunch of venison, Quin?” said the lady.