That lives in Chris-cross Row.
MR. H. Go, for a couple of ungrateful, inquisitive, senseless rascals! Go hang, starve, or drown!—Rogues, to speak thus irreverently of the alphabet—I shall live to see you glad to serve old Q—to curl the wig of great S—adjust the dot of little i—stand behind the chair of X, Y, Z—wear the livery of Et-caetera—and ride behind the sulky of And-by-itself-and!
[Exit in a rage.]
SCENE.—A handsome Apartment well lighted, Tea, Cards, &c.—A large party of Ladies and Gentlemen, among them MELESINDA.
I wonder when the charming man will be here.
He is a delightful creature! Such a polish——
Such an air in all that he does or says——
Yet gifted with a strong understanding——
But has your ladyship the remotest idea of what his true name is?
They say, his very servants do not know it. His French valet, that has
lived with him these two years——
There, Madam, I must beg leave to set you right: my coachman——
I have it from the very best authority: my footman——
Then, Madam, you have set your servants on——
No, Madam, I would scorn any such little mean ways of conning at a
secret. For my part, I don’t think any secret of that consequence.
That’s just like me; I make a rule of troubling my head with nobody’s
business but my own.
But then, she takes care to make everybody’s business her own, and so to
justify herself that way——(aside).
My dear Melesinda, you look thoughtful.
Nothing. SECOND LADY
Give it a name.
Perhaps it is nameless.
As the object——Come, never blush, nor deny it, child. Bless me, what
great ugly thing is that, that dangles at your bosom?
This? it is a cross: how do you like it?
A cross! Well, to me it looks for all the world like a great staring H.
(Here a general laugh.)
Malicious creatures! Believe me it is a cross, and nothing but a cross.
A cross, I believe, you would willingly hang at.
(MR. H. is announced.)
(Enter MR. H.)
O, Mr. H. we are so glad——
We have been so dull——
So perfectly lifeless——You owe it to us, to be more than commonly
Ladies, this is so obliging——