Lady B. Ay, where's Dolly Bull?
Enter Miss Dolly Bull.
Miss Dolly B. Here I am, mamma. [To Mrs. Casey.] Ma'am, pray which is the inn?
Lady B. Inn! Hotel, miss, if you please.
Miss Dolly B. Miss! Mademoiselle, if you please, ma'am.
Sir John B. Aha! well said Dolly—there was French upon French.
Lady B. Dear sir, which is the hotel?
[To French Innkeeper.
Sir J. B. How cursed polite, to a waiter too! only because he's French.
[Aside.