Costermonger. "NOW, MISTER, I WANTS MY DELICACY OF TOUCH RESTORED, AND THE SEAL OF HELEGANCE IMPRESSED UPON MY BUNCH OF FIVES!"
DISSENTERS IN THE UNIVERSITY.
Head of House. "PRAY, SIR, MAY I ASK WHY YOU HAVE NOT BEEN ATTENDING CHAPEL?"
Sir Liabed Rattlecash. "WHY, SIR, THE FACT IS—AW—THAT—I—AW—HAVE BECOME A DISSENTER."
A DRAWING-ROOM.
William. "NOW, CHAWLES, AIN'T YOU READY? OUR CARRIAGE IS AT THE DOOR AND THE FOLKS ARE IN!"
