The embodied protest against our social prejudice.

Combine--say, Mirabeau and Alcibiades, and the result is the Lymport Tailor:--he measures your husband in the morning: in the evening he makes love to you, through a series of pantomimic transformations.

He was a colossal Adonis, and I'm sorry he's dead!' 'But did the man get into society ?' said Mrs.Evremonde.

'How did he manage that ?' 'Yes, indeed! and what sort of a society!' the dowager Copping interjected.

'None but bachelor-tables, I can assure you.