MAD. They look very fashionable.
MASC, I may at least boast that they are a quarter of a yard wider than any that have been made.
MAD. I must own I never saw the elegance of dress carried farther.
MASC. Please to fasten the reflection of your smelling faculty upon these gloves.
MAD. They smell awfully fine.
CAT. I never inhaled a more delicious perfume.
MASC. And this? (He gives them his powdered wig to smell).
MAD. It has the true quality odour; it titillates the nerves of the upper region most deliciously.
MASC. You say nothing of my feathers. How do you like them?
CAT. They are frightfully beautiful.