'Then that,' said Mrs. Arlbery, 'must be in Dennel's coach, with him and my little niece here: and then I'll drive the General in your phaeton.'
'Agreed!' cried Sir Sedley, seating himself on one of the forms; and then, taking from a paper some tickets, added; 'I want a few guineas.'
'So do I!' exclaimed Mrs. Arlbery; 'do you know where such sort of things are to be met with?'
'Lady Alithea Selmore has promised to disperse some twenty tickets for the master of the ceremonies' ball, and she commands me to help. How many shall I give you?'
'Ask Mr. Dennel,' answered she negligently; 'he's the only paymaster just now.'
Mr. Dennel turned round, and was going to walk away; but Mrs. Arlbery, taking him by the arm, said: 'My good friend, how many tickets shall Sir Sedley give you?'
'Me!—none at all.'
'O fie! every body goes to the master of the ceremonies' ball. Come, you shall have six. You can't possibly take less.'
'Six! What should I do with them?'
'Why, you and your daughter will use two, and four you must give away.'