Her dramatic!—the thing she calls the Scundum is ten times better than the dramatic.
M.
Dare you, sir!—that's altogether an imposition—that verse was written by her sister.
Enter Gustard with a drawn sword, and the Cat runs in beneath the bed.
SCENE II.
A door opens, and discovers a long table, with twenty covers—a fine sideboard, with a display of silver-plate, china, glasses, &c. The company ushered in by a fine powdered footman,—The Scrivener and his Wife—their three Daughters—a Fat Minister and his Daughter—other two young Ladies—Mrs Umphrey, a widow—a West Indian Student—three Lieutenants—an Irishman—an old Ensign, and a Colonel.
THE LADY OF THE HOUSE.
Do you choose a little soup, ma'am?
MRS ——
I am terribly fatigued—I would rather have a pâté.