I made a similar remark the next day'.
During the dinner Mrs.Ponto asked me many questions regarding the nobility, my relatives.

'When Lady Angelina Skeggs would come out; and if the countess her mamma' (this was said with much archness and he-he-ing) 'still wore that extraordinary purple hair-dye ?' 'Whether my Lord Guttlebury kept, besides his French chef, and an English cordonbleu for the roasts, an Italian for the confectionery ?' 'Who attended at Lady Clapperclaw's conversazioni ?' and 'whether Sir John Champignon's "Thursday Mornings" were pleasant ?' 'Was it true that Lady Carabas, wanting to pawn her diamonds, found that they were paste, and that the Marquis had disposed of them beforehand ?' 'How was it that Snuffin, the great tobacco-merchant, broke off the marriage which was on the tapis between him and their second daughter; and was it true that a mulatto lady came over from the Havanna and forbade the match ?' 'Upon my word, Madam,' I had begun, and was going on to say that I didn't know one word about all these matters which seemed so to interest Mrs.Major Ponto, when the Major, giving me a tread or stamp with his large foot under the table, said--'Come, come, Snob my boy, we are all tiled, you know.

We KNOW you're one of the fashionable people about town: we saw your name at Lady Clapperclaw's SOIREES, and the Champignon breakfasts; and as for the Rubadubs, of course, as relations -- -' 'Oh, of course, I dine there twice a-week,' I said; and then I remembered that my cousin, Humphry Snob, of the Middle Temple, IS a great frequenter of genteel societies, and to have seen his name in the MORNING POST at the tag-end of several party lists.

So, taking the hint, I am ashamed to say I indulged Mrs.Major Ponto with a deal of information about the first families in England, such as would astonish those great personages if they knew it.

I described to her most accurately the three reigning beauties of last season at Almack's: told her in confidence that his Grace the D--- of W--- was going to be married the day after his Statue was put up; that his Grace the D--- of D--- was also about to lead the fourth daughter of the Archduke Stephen to the hymeneal altar:--and talked to her, in a word, just in the style of Mrs.Gore's last fashionable novel.
Mrs.Major was quite fascinated by this brilliant conversation.