from the floor, saturated with punch (his clothes I mean), he looked
down at the carpet and said:

"Well, I've given that such a punch it will want some _lemon-aid_
to recover."

I suppose he had some idea about lemon acid taking out spots.

But, the best thing was what he said to me. He is so droll that he
insisted upon coming down, and finishing the dance just as he was. The
funny fellow brushed against all the dresses in his way, and, finally
said to me, as he pointed to a lemon-seed upon his coat:

"I feel so very _lemon-choly_ for what I have done."

I laughed very much (you were in the other room), but Mr. P. stepped
up and ordered him to leave the house. Boosey said he would do no such
thing; and I have no doubt we should have had a scene, if Mr. P. had
not marched him straight to the door, and put him into a carriage, and
told the driver where to take him. Mr. P. was red enough when he came
back.

"No man shall insult me or my guests, by getting drunk in my house,"
said he; and he has since asked me not to invite Boosey nor "any of
his kind," as he calls them, to our house. However, I think it will
pass over. I tell him that all young men of spirit get a little
excited with wine sometimes, and he mustn't be too hard upon them.

"Madame," said he to me, the first time I ventured to say that, "no
man with genuine self-respect ever gets drunk twice; and, if you had