He was a little surprised.

The actress had flattened her face! She had done all that could be done, and more than he had conceived possible, in the way of extracting life and the atmosphere of expression from her countenance.

She was "dead still!" There was a pause.

Triplet fluttered.

At last some of them spoke as follows: _Soaper._ "Ah!" _Quin._ "Ho!" _Clive._ "Eh!" _Cibber._ "Humph!" These interjections are small on paper, but as the good creatures uttered them they were eloquent; there was a cheerful variety of dispraise skillfully thrown into each of them.
"Well," continued Soaper, with his everlasting smile.
Then the fun began.
"May I be permitted to ask whose portrait this is ?" said Mr.Cibber slyly.
"I distinctly told you, it was to be Peg Woffington's," said Mrs.Clive.
"I think you might take my word." "Do you act as truly as you paint ?" said Quin.
"Your fame runs no risk from me, sir!" replied Triplet.
"It is not like Peggy's beauty! Eh ?" rejoined Quin.
"I can't agree with you," cried Kitty Clive.