Henrietta ran--she hated her cousin: Cornet Fitch was departing.
"Stop, Fitch," said Sir George, seizing him by the arm. "You are a
fool, Lady Gorgon," said he, "and I repeat it--a ----- fool! This
fellow Scully is carrying all before him: he has talked with
everybody, laughed with everybody--and you, with your infernal
airs--a brewer's daughter, by -----, must sit like a queen and not
speak to a soul! You've lost me one seat of my borough, with your
infernal pride--fifteen hundred a year, by Jove!--and you think you
will bully me out of another. No, madam, you SHALL stay, and stay
supper too;--and the girls shall dance with every cursed
chimney-sweep and butcher in the room: they shall--confound me!"

Her Ladyship saw that it was necessary to submit; and Mr. Springer,
the master of the ceremonies, was called, and requested to point out
some eligible partners for the young ladies. One went off with a
Whig auctioneer; another figured in a quadrille with a very Liberal
apothecary; and the third, Miss Henrietta, remained.

"Hallo you, sir!" roared the little General to John Perkins, who was
passing by. John turned round and faced him.

"You were dancing with my niece just now--show us your skill now,
and dance with one of my daughters. Stand up, Miss Henrietta
Gorgon--Mr. What's-your-name?"

"My name," said John, with marked and majestic emphasis, "is
PERKINS." And he looked towards Lucy, who dared not look again.

"Miss Gorgon--Mr. Perkins. There, now go and dance."