I saw Wiggle just now in the dressing-room, talking to Waggle, his inseparable.
WAGGLE.--'Pon my honour, Wiggle, she did.' WIGGLE.--'Well, Waggle, as you say--I own I think she DID look at me rather kindly.

We'll see to-night at the French play.' And having arrayed their little persons, these two harmless young bucks go upstairs to dinner..