All. Excellent! Superb!
Cornet Small. Don't his Majesty like that piece, Colonel?
Col. Diamond. No: 'pon my honour.
Major Flowers. You see, Colonel, his Majesty requires a little improvement; he is certainly a very good musician, and prefers the Rossinis and Von Webers; but really, I think Lady Fanny's piece ought to please him. It has a delightful mixture of movement.
Col. Diamond. Lady Fanny's is fine; and certainly, her ladyship has got a good major-key in you.
All the Mess. Bravo!—Hit again!—Bravo!—Bravo!
Dr. Scott (taking snuff). Ecod I dinna like the thing at a'; it's sic a mixture, that I canna mak heed or tail o't.
Cornet Small. 'Pon my honour, Doctor, you are a perfect Goth in taste.
Lieut. Rose. A Vandal, Sir.
Capt. Ploomer. Nothing but a Hun.