This was the first time Triplet had ever answered a foe.

Mrs.Woffington gave him an eloquent glance of encouragement.

He nodded his head in infantine exultation at what he had done.
"Come, Soaper," said Mr.Snarl.
Mr.Soaper lingered one moment to say: "You shall always have my good word, Mr.Triplet." "I will try--and not deserve it, Mr.Soaper," was the prompt reply.
"Serve 'em right," said Mr.Cibber, as soon as the door had closed upon them; "for a couple of serpents, or rather one boa-constrictor.

Soaper slavers, for Snarl to crush.

But we were all a little too hard on Triplet here; and, if he will accept my apology--" "Why, sir," said Triplet, half trembling, but driven on by looks from Mrs.Woffington, "'Cibber's Apology' is found to be a trifle wearisome." "Confound his impertinence!" cried the astounded laureate.