Speaketh broad and loud.' How--how, why my dear Lady Catharine, this is the last proof that thou'rt stark, staring mad! This no more tallies with the true John Law than it does with my hunting horse!" "And but few would know him by this description ?" "None, absolutely none." "None could tell 'twas he, even did they meet him full face to face--no one would know it was Mr.Law ?" "Why, assuredly not.

'Tis as unlike him as it could be." "Then it is well!" said Lady Catharine.
"Well?
Very badly done, I should say." "Oh, my poor Sir Arthur, where are your wits?
'Tis very well because 'tis very ill, this same description." "Ah, ha!" said he, a sudden light dawning upon him.

"Then you mean to tell me that this description was misconceived deliberately ?" "What would you think ?" "Did you do this work yourself ?" "Guess for yourself.

Montague, as you know, was once of a pretty imagination, ere he took to finance.

If he and the poet Prior could write such conceits as they have created, could not perhaps Montague--or Prior--or some one else--have conceived this description of Mr.Law ?" The young man threw himself into a seat, his head between his hands.
"'Tis like a play," said he.