Lady B. Mr. Lackland! ay, here's more of your—a pretty thing, to come all the way to France, to pick up English acquaintances! and then, such a paltry—shabby——
Enter Lackland, elegantly dressed in Colonel Epaulette's Clothes.
Lack. Ladies, your most obedient—How d'ye do, Bull?
Sir J. B. [Looking at him with Surprise.] Shabby!—Eh!—Why, in the name of—Oh! ho!—Ha! ha! ha!—recovered the arables, or another old fool from Throgmorton Street?
Lack.Oh, pray don't let my presence disconcert any body—Ladies, I dined with my friend Tallyho, and Colonel Epaulette; the colonel understanding that I admitted Sir John here, to some share of my notice, begged I'd make his respects, and that he'd wait on you immediately.
Lady B. Now, Miss Bull, summon all the graces.
Miss Dolly B. Oh, lud! and the powder's all—the duchess's barber must titivate me up directly.
Lack. Miss, don't mind me—people say I'm particular—but I'm the most condescending—Bull, be seated.
Sir J. B. Bull! I will not be seated.
Lack. Yes, she is a fine girl, indeed.