Twi. O, no—let me alone for time and place—go on, my friend—go on—her Ladyship—
Mean. Descended from the ancient kings of Scotland.
Twi. You don't say so!
Mean. And though she is so nicely scrupulous as never to mention the word genealogy, yet I have seen her agitation so great, when the advantages of high birth have been extoll'd, she could scarcely withhold her sentiments of triumph; which in order to disguise, she has assumed a disdain for all "vain titles—empty sounds—and idle pomp."
Twi. Thank you—thank you—this is a most excellent trait of the Lady's—[Writes.] "Pedigree of the kings of Scotland?" O, I have her at once.
Mean. Yet do it nicely—oblique touches, rather than open explanations.
Twi. Let me alone for that.
Mean. She has, I know, in her possession—but I dare say she wou'd not show it you, nay, on the contrary, would even affect to be highly offended, if you were to mention it—and yet it certainly would flatter her, to know you were acquainted with her having it.
Twi. What—what—what is it?
Mean. A large old-fashioned wig—which Malcolm the third or fourth, her great ancestor, wore when he was crowned at Scone, in the year——