Wheel. O, yes.
Lord J. (aside). What a mean animal is this!
Enter Rory O’Ryan.
Rory. Why, now, what’s become of Talbot, I want to know? There he is not to be found anywhere in the wide world; and there’s a hullabaloo amongst his friends for him.
(Wheeler and Bursal wink at one another.)
Wheel. We know nothing of him.
Lord J. I have not the honour, sir, to be one of Mr. Talbot’s friends. It is his own fault, and I am sorry for it.
Rory. ’Faith, so am I, especially as it is mine—fault I mean; and especially as the election is just going to come on.
Enter a party of boys, who cry, Finsbury’s come!—Finsbury’s come with the dresses!
Wheel. Finsbury’s come? Oh, let us see the dresses, and let us try ’em on to-night.