How's Mr.Dinks?
I saw him and Fanny waltzing last month at the Shrimps'.

Who are the Shrimps?
Somebody says something about the immense fortune Mr.
Shrimp has made in the oil trade.

You should have seen Mrs.Winslow Orry peering about at the Shrimps.

I really believe she counted the spoons.
What an eye that woman has, and what a tongue! Are you really going to Saratoga?
Will Boniface let you?
He is the kindest man! He is so generous that I sometimes fear somebody'll be taking advantage of him.

Gracious me! how hot it is!" It was warm, and Mrs.Dagon fanned herself.