_Lord Lum_. Ha, ha, ha!--Well, you are a droll girl, Rodolpha,--and, upon
my honour, ha, ha, ha!--you have given us as whimsical a sketch as ever
was hit off.

_Sir Per_. Ah! yas, my lord, especially the animal assembly in Noah's
ark.--It is an excellent picture of the oddities that one meets with at
the Bath.

_Lord Lum_. Why yes, there is some fancy in it, I think, Egerton?

_Eger_. Very characteristic indeed, my lord.

_Lord Lum_. What say you, Mr. Sidney?

_Sid_. Upon my word, my lord, the lady has made me see the whole assembly
in distinct colours.

_Lady Rod_. O! Maister Sidney, your approbation makes me as vain as a
reigning toast before her looking-glass.--"But, Lady Macsycophant, I
cannot help observing, that you have one uncka, unsalutary fashion here in
the South, at your routs, your assemblies, and aw your dancing bouts;--the
which I am astonished you do not relegate fra amongst ye.

"_Lady Mac_. Pray, madam, what may that be?

"_Lady Rod_. Why, your orgeats, capillaires, lemonades, and aw your slips
and slops, with which you drench your weimbs, when you are dancing.--Upon
honour, they always make a swish-swash in my bowels, and give me the
wooly-wambles.