Now Woolsey had been a little, a very little, dissatisfied during
the course of the evening's entertainment, by fancying that
Eglantine, a much more voluble person than himself, had obtained
rather an undue share of the ladies' favour; and as he himself paid
half of the expenses, he felt very much vexed to think that the
perfumer should take all the credit of the business to himself. So
when Miss Crump asked if he had provided the music, he foolishly
made an evasive reply to her query, and rather wished her to imagine
that he HAD performed that piece of gallantry. "If it pleases YOU,
Miss Morgiana," said this artful Schneider, "what more need any man
ask? wouldn't I have all Drury Lane orchestra to please you?"

The bugle had by this time arrived quite close to the clarence
carriage, and if Morgiana had looked round she might have seen
whence the music came. Behind her came slowly a drag, or private
stage-coach, with four horses. Two grooms with cockades and folded
arms were behind; and driving on the box, a little gentleman, with a
blue bird's-eye neckcloth, and a white coat. A bugleman was by his
side, who performed the melodies which so delighted Miss Crump. He
played very gently and sweetly, and "God save the King" trembled so
softly out of the brazen orifice of his bugle, that the Crumps, the
tailor, and Eglantine himself, who was riding close by the carriage,
were quite charmed and subdued.

"Thank you, DEAR Mr. Woolsey," said the grateful Morgiana; which
made Eglantine stare, and Woolsey was just saying, "Really, upon my
word, I've nothing to do with it," when the man on the drag-box said
to the bugleman, "Now!"