Mrs. Crump talk of Morgiana's property, and fell more in love with
her than ever. Then came tea, the luscious crumpet, the quiet game
at cribbage, and the song--the song which poor Eglantine heard, and
which caused Woolsey's rage and his despair.

At the close of the evening the tailor was in a greater rage, and
the perfumer in greater despair than ever. He had made his little
present of eau-de-Cologne. "Oh fie!" says the Captain, with a
horse-laugh, "it SMELLS OF THE SHOP!" He taunted the tailor about
his wig, and the honest fellow had only an oath to give by way of
repartee. He told his stories about his club and his lordly
friends. What chance had either against the all-accomplished Howard
Walker?

Old Crump, with a good innate sense of right and wrong, hated the
man; Mrs. Crump did not feel quite at her ease regarding him; but
Morgiana thought him the most delightful person the world ever
produced.

Eglantine's usual morning costume was a blue satin neck-cloth
embroidered with butterflies and ornamented with a brandy-ball
brooch, a light shawl waistcoat, and a rhubarb-coloured coat of the
sort which, I believe, are called Taglionis, and which have no
waist-buttons, and made a pretence, as it were, to have no waists,
but are in reality adopted by the fat in order to give them a waist.
Nothing easier for an obese man than to have a waist; he has but to
pinch his middle part a little, and the very fat on either side
pushed violently forward MAKES a waist, as it were, and our worthy
perfumer's figure was that of a bolster cut almost in two with a
string.