"It will take a pound for postage if you write it all, Sherry," said Moore, dubiously.
"And I," said Brummell, rising, pompously, "will keep you informed of the changes I deem advisable to make in the fashions."
"That's mighty good of you, Beau."
"Oh, that will be splendid," said Bessie. "I will set all the styles on the island."
"Not much," said Moore, horrified. "To do that, Bessie, you would have to wear fig-leaves."
"Promise me, Tom, that you will let me know if the black ladies are as pretty as they say?" said Sheridan.
"I will investigate that matter myself," responded the poet, winking slyly at the dramatist.
"Indeed you will do nothing of the kind, Tom Moore," said Bessie in an indignant tone.
"Certainly not," said he. "Sherry, you are a wicked old man to even suggest such a thing."
"I was always fond of brunettes," said Sheridan, calmly, "like you, Tom."