Rem. I am very sorry for that, madam. But what fault does your ladyship find?
Lure. I don’t know where the fault lies; but, in short, I don’t like them; I can’t tell how; the things are well enough made, but I don’t like them.
Rem. Are they too wide, madam?
Lure. No.
Rem. Too straight, perhaps?
Lure. Not at all! they fit me very well; but—lard bless me; can’t you tell where the fault lies?
Rem. Why, truly, madam, I can’t tell. But your ladyship, I think, is a little too slender for the fashion.
Lure. How! too slender for the fashion, say you?
Rem. Yes, madam! there’s no such thing as a good shape worn among the quality; you fine waists are clear out, madam.
Lure. And why did not you plump up my stays to the fashionable size?