dejected by his expulsion; but meeting the prince regent,
walking with a gentleman, the next day in the street, he did
not bow to him, but stopping the other, drew him aside and
said, in a loud whisper, "Who is that FAT FRIEND of ours?" It
must be remembered that the object of this sarcasm was at
that time exceedingly annoyed by his increasing corpulency;
so manifestly so, that Sheridan remarked, that "though the
regent professed himself a Whig, he believed that in his
heart he was no friend to _new measures._"

Shortly after this occurrence at Carlton-House, Brummel
remarked to one of his friends, that "he had half a mind to
cut the young one, and bring old George into fashion."

In describing a short visit which he had paid to a nobleman
in the country, he said, that he had only carried with him a
night-cap and a silver basin to spit in, "Because, you know,
it is utterly impossible to spit in clay."

Brummel was once present at a party to which he had not been
invited. After he had been some time in the room, the
gentleman of the house, willing to mortify him, went up to
him and said that he believed that there must be some
mistake, as he did not recollect having had the honour of
sending him an invitation. "What is the name?" said the other
very drawlingly, at the same time affecting to feel in his
waistcoat pocket for a card. "Johnson," replied the
gentleman. "Jauhnson?" said Brummel, "oh! I remember now that
the name was Thaunson (Thompson); and Jauhnson and Thaunson,
Thaunson and Jauhnson, you know, are so much the same kind of