LYDIA LANGUISH. And could not you get The Reward of Constancy?
LUCY. No, indeed, ma'am.
LYDIA. Nor The Fatal Connexion?
LUCY. No, indeed, ma'am.
LYDIA. Nor The Mistakes of the Heart?
LUCY. Ma'am, as ill luck would have it, Mr. Bull said Miss Sukey Saunter had just fetched it away.
LYDIA. Heigh-ho!—Did you inquire for The Delicate Distress?
LUCY.——Or, The Memoirs of Lady Woodford? Yes, indeed, ma'am. I asked everywhere for it; and I might have brought it from Mr. Frederick's, but Lady Slattern Lounger, who had just sent it home, had so soiled and dog's-eared it, it wa'n't fit for a Christian to read.
LYDIA. Heigh-ho!—Yes, I always know when Lady Slattern has been before me. She has a most observing thumb; and I believe cherishes her nails for the convenience of making marginal notes.—Well, child, what have you brought me?
LUCY. Oh! here, ma'am.