Sir Charles threw himself back in his chair, and, chuckling, prepared for the explosion.

Mrs.Woffington saw him, and cast on him a look of ineffable scorn; and then she held the whole company fluttering a long while.

At length: "The Honorable Mrs.
Quickly, madam," said she, indicating Mrs.Clive.
This turn took them all by surprise.

Pomander bit his lip.
"Sir John Brute--" "Falstaff," cried Quin; "hang it." "Sir John Brute Falstaff," resumed Mrs.Woffington.

"We call him, for brevity, Brute." Vane drew a long breath.