Elliston made very free with us all, and especially with George Lamb.
As soon as the curtain dropped and we were all seated in the carriage, Elliston got in a passion with Livius's coachman for not immediately moving on.
"What the devil is the matter?" said he, "what detains your man? All this fuss about a rascally three hundred pound-house and not twenty carriages!"
"I told you Munden's day was over, and that he would not fill the house, before you engaged him for to-night," said George Lamb.
"I say," answered Elliston, "Munden would have filled the house if it had been a fine night."
"Not he," said George Lamb, "your crownation might, but not Munden!"
"Hold your tongue, you are a Whig," said Elliston; and George Lamb was silent, after a grunt.
"But what in the name of the devil is your ass of a coachman keeping us here for?" said Elliston.
"Why, Livius, I thought you piqued yourself on being at all times remarkably well appointed."
Livius confessed he knew not what to make of it; and put out his head to inquire of his footman what was the reason of being kept stationary.