"First, you must know that Gray Gillian is turned out for a brood mare, so old George won't let me ride her; old servants are such tyrants, my lady.

And my Barbary hen has laid two eggs; Heaven knows the trouble we had to bring her to it.

And Dame Best, that is my husband's old nurse, Mrs.Quickly, has had soup and pudding from the Hall everyday; and once she went so far as to say it wasn't altogether a bad pudding.

She is not a very grateful woman, in a general way, poor thing! I made it with these hands." Vane writhed.
"Happy pudding!" observed Mr.Cibber.
"Is this mockery, sir ?" cried Vane, with a sudden burst of irritation.
"No, sir; it is gallantry," replied Cibber, with perfect coolness.
"Will you hear a little music in the garden ?" said Vane to Mrs.
Woffington, pooh-poohing his wife's news.
"Not till I hear the end of Dame Bess." "Best, my lady." "Dame Best interests _me,_ Mr.Vane." "Ay, and Ernest is very fond of her, too, when he is at home.

She is in her nice new cottage, dear; but she misses the draughts that were in her old one--they were like old friends.