Look at me, sir.

Make your face like the Book of Daniel in a Jew's back parlor.

Volto Sciolto is your cue." "Madam, madam, how your tongue goes! I hear them on the stairs.

Pray don't speak!" "Do you know what we are going to do ?" continued the tormenting Peggy.
"We are going to weigh goose's feathers! to criticise criticism, Trip--" "Hush! hush!" A grampus was heard outside the door, and Triplet opened it.

There was Quin leading the band.
"Have a care, sir," cried Triplet; "there is a hiatus the third step from the door." "A _gradus ad Parnassum_ a wanting," said Mr.Cibber.
Triplet's heart sank.