Hip. Has he wit?
Mons. Ay, ay, they say, he's witty, brave, and de bel humeur, and well-bred, with all that—but—
Hip. But what? does he want judgment?
Mons. Non, non: they say he has good sense and judgment; but it is according to the account Englis—for—
Hip. For what?
Mons. For, jarni! if I think it.
Hip. Why?
Mons. Why?—why his tailor lives within Ludgate—his valet de chambre is no Frenchman—and he has been seen at noon-day to go into an English eating-house—
Hip. Say you so, cousin!
Mons. Then for being well-bred, you shall judge:—First, he can't dance a step, nor sing a French song, nor swear a French oate, nor use the polite French word in his conversation; and in fine, can't play at hombre—but speaks base good Englis, with the commune home-bred pronunciation; and in fine, to say no more, he never carries a snuff-box about with him.