Enter Lady Gundie.
Good God!—there is not one great name in the whole town that is not in her list.
No wonder than he was in a passion.
She flew at him like a tiger.
N.
No, no—he was in no passion.
For God's sake let us hear some of her poems.
M.
Her poems!—some of them are pretty enough, to be sure—and feeling—as one might say—(takes a great snuff)—But, for the dramatic piece, certainly never was any thing so ridiculous.
N.