Dr. Scott. Weel, if I am a Goth, Hun, or Vandal, you ha' placed me in gude company; for you say his Majesty doesna like the piece. Noo I would ask what partic'lar merit Lady Fanny shows?
Col. Diamond. Merit, Sir!—a—the fact is, Lady Fanny is the best-dress'd woman in town.
All the Mess. Decidedly!
Major Flowers. Her ladyship's taste is undisputed: the Austrian knot on the fore part of our full dress pantaloons is from her design.
Col. Diamond. She discovered an error in the Astrachan fur collar of our pelisse,—suggested an improvement in the side-seams, welts, and hips: Besides, her Russian patterns of neck lines, sliders, and olivets, are lasting monuments of her refinement. Indeed she is a very superior sort of woman, and I'll give you her health in a bumper.
[Lady Fanny is drunk standing.]
Dr. Scott. But what music has she composed, Colonel?
Col. Diamond. Some excellent things, indeed: there's her song “Come Charles to-night,” which she dedicated to me; and there's her Bravura on the burning of Moscow; and her grand Hussar piece, which she has dedicated to us.—In short she is a woman of fine parts.
All the Mess. Oh, delightful!
Dr. Scott. Wud you sing ane o' her songs, Colonel?