Waiter. Oui, you be Sir John—
[Bows, &c.
Sir J. B. D'ye understand?—I was riding, and Tallyho's mare threw me—[Roaring, Waiter bowing, &c.] You scoundrel! what, d'ye stand grinning at me? Get somebody to dress my head.
Waiter. Oui, monsieur.
[Exit.
Sir J. B. Oh dear, oh dear! get me once out of France—Then my wife and daughter! such a pair of mademoiselles, as they are making of themselves, to receive this great French Colonel Epaulette——Egad, here they come, in full puff!
Enter Lady Bull and Dolly, extravagantly dressed.
Sir J. B. [Bows ridiculously.] A-la-mode de Paree!
Miss Dolly B. Bless me, papa, what's the matter?
Lady B. What, have you been fighting, Sir John?