Oh, the beauty, the wit, the _petits-soupers_ that used to be here! Longueville was a great creature, Mr.Vane.I have known him entertain a fine lady in this room, while her rival was fretting and fuming on the other side of that door." "Ah, indeed!" said Sir Charles.
"More shame for him," said Mr.Vane.
Here was luck! Pomander seized this opportunity of turning the conversation to his object.

With a malicious twinkle in his eye, he inquired of Mr.Cibber what made him fancy the house had lost its virtue in Mr.Vane's hands.
"Because," said Cibber, peevishly, "you all want the true _savoir faire_ nowadays, because there is no _juste milieu,_ young gentlemen.

The young dogs of the day are all either unprincipled heathen, like yourself, or Amadisses, like our worthy host." The old gentleman's face and manners were like those of a patriarch, regretting the general decay of virtue, not the imaginary diminution of a single vice.

He concluded with a sigh that, "The true _preux des dames_ went out with the full periwig; stab my vitals!" "A bit of fat, Mr.Cibber ?" said Quin, whose jokes were not polished.
"Jemmy, thou art a brute," was the reply.
"You refuse, sir ?" said Quin, sternly.
"No, sir!" said Cibber, with dignity.

"I accept." Pomander's eye was ever on the door.
"The old are so unjust to the young," said he.