Lack. I say, ma'am, I—but, hold—I had best begin with a compliment to the mother though—Ma'am,—[Looks first at Lady Bull, then at Sir John.]—Figs! [Stifling a Laugh.] Ma'am, your dress is extremely elegant—admirably fancied—and——
Sir J. B. Yet if I was to advise——
Lack. [Puts him back, without looking at him.] Be quiet, Bull—with so many native charms—difficult to say, whether ornaments grace the person, or the person ornaments the dress.
Miss Dolly B. He's vastly well bred, mamma.
Lady B. Yes, but speaks English too plain for a gentleman.
Lack. Miss Bull's spirit and good humour, is the emblem of English liberty, and your ladyship, [Bows.] the Ninon de l'Enclos of Britain.
Sir J. B. [Aside.] Ninon-don—talks French—I lent him a guinea too—well!
Lack. I presume, ladies, you go to the ball to-night—if disengaged, miss, I should be proud of the honour of your hand.
Miss Dolly B. Yes, sir, with all my heart, sir.
Sir J. B. Your heart, hussy! didn't you promise Squire Tallyho?