Friendship." "Well, well, you must go your own way or you wouldn't be a poet.

I leave you to your commendable work of rescuing damsels in distress." And after refreshing himself with a pinch of snuff Bolingbroke with a wave of the hand to Gay and his friends strode from the room leaving the poet with his pleasant face somewhat overcast.
But his chagrin did not last long.

His natural buoyancy asserted itself and he beckoned to Lavinia who was sitting primly on the edge of the hard chair, her folded hands resting on her lap.

Before she could cross the room Spiller and Leveridge took up Bolingbroke's argument, and urged Gay not to meddle further in the matter.
"Nay, why should I not?
It would be a shame and a pity that so much good talent should be wasted on the groundlings of St.Giles.Besides, there is the girl herself," Gay lowered his voice.

"You wouldn't have her be like Sally Salisbury, Jemmy, would you?
She has a good and innocent nature.