20/99 "Come along, Jemmy." "Oh, sir," said Quin, good-humoredly, "we must give a joke and take a joke. And when he paints my portrait--which he shall do--" "The bear from Hockley Hole shall sit for the head!" "Curse his impudence!" roared Quin. "I'm at your service, Mr.Cibber," added he, in huge dudgeon. "I did intend you should have painted Mrs.Clive.But after this impertinence--" "You will continue to do it yourself, ma'am!" This was Triplet's hour of triumph. His exultation was undignified, and such as is said to precede a fall. |