Soaper and Snarl, critics of the day.

This pair, with wonderful sagacity, had arrived from the street as the haunch came from the kitchen.

Good-humor reigned; some cuts passed, but as the parties professed wit, they gave and took.
Quin carved the haunch, and was happy; Soaper and Snarl eating the same, and drinking Toquay, were mellowed and mitigated into human flesh.

Mr.
Vane and Mrs.Woffington were happy; he, because his conscience was asleep; and she, because she felt nothing now could shake her hold of him.

Sir Charles was in a sort of mental chuckle.