As to the dressing, it's a perfect trick of harlequinade, and she'll own it after a dose of Earlsfont.

And, by the way, she's not Mrs.Con, remember; she's Mrs.Adister O'Donnell: and that's best rolled out to Mistress.

She's a worthy woman, but she was married at forty, and I had to take her shaped as she was, for moulding her at all was out of the question, and the soft parts of me had to be the sufferers, to effect a conjunction, for where one won't and can't, poor t' other must, or the union's a mockery.

She was cast in bronze at her birth, if she wasn't cut in bog-root.

Anyhow, you'll study her.