Miss Dolly B. Or dancing in your boots, at Dandelion, papa—La now, do, pa, get into the mode, like us!
Sir J. B. Thank you, daughter, but I'm not quite so modish.
Lady B. But, consider, my dear, if Colonel Epaulette does us the honour of a visit, how he'll be shocked at your appearance!
Sir J. B. Thank you, thank you, wife; but I don't think I'm quite so shocking.
Lady B. Then, if he does introduce us to the prince—Sir John, to tell you a secret, I have already sent for one Mr. Lapoche, a celebrated French tailor, to make you a new suit of clothes for the occasion.
Sir J. B. A French tailor for me!—very well, very well, ladies.
Enter First Waiter.
Waiter. Mr. Lackland, madam; would you chuse to see him?
Sir J. B. Ay, ay, let the poor devil come up.
[Exit Waiter.