L. Fid. Yes indeed, madam, to my certain knowledge, he has no more left.
Mrs. Squeam. O, but it may be he may have some you could not find.
L. Fid. What, d'ye think if he had had any left, I would not have had it too? for we women of quality never think we have china enough.
Horn. Do not take it ill, I cannot make china for you all, but I will have a roll-waggon for you too, another time.
Mrs. Squeam. Thank you, dear toad.
L. Fid. What do you mean by that promise? [Aside to Horner.
Horn. Alas, she has an innocent, literal understanding. [Aside to Lady Fidget.
L. Squeam. Poor Mr. Horner! he has enough to do to please you all, I see.
Horn. Ay, madam, you see how they use me.
L. Squeam. Poor gentleman, I pity you.