What a good son he must be, they said; and oh, what a good son-in-law! He had the pick of all the English gals at Paris before we had been there 3 months.

But, unfortunately, most of them were poar; and love and a cottidge was not quite in master's way of thinking.
Well, about this time my Lady Griffin and Miss G.made their appearants at Parris, and master, who was up to snough, very soon changed his noat.
He sate near them at chapple, and sung hims with my lady: he danced with 'em at the embassy balls; he road with them in the Boy de Balong and the Shandeleasies (which is the French High Park); he roat potry in Miss Griffin's halbim, and sang jewets along with her and Lady Griffin; he brought sweet-meats for the puddle-dog; he gave money to the footmin, kissis and gloves to the sniggering ladies'-maids; he was sivvle even to poar Miss Kicksey; there wasn't a single soal at the Griffinses that didn't adoar this good young man.
The ladies, if they hated befoar, you may be sure detested each other now wuss than ever.

There had been always a jallowsy between them: miss jellows of her mother-in-law's bewty; madam of miss's espree: miss taunting my lady about the school at Islington, and my lady sneering at miss for her squint and her crookid back.

And now came a stronger caws.
They both fell in love with Mr.Deuceace--my lady, that is to say, as much as she could, with her cold selfish temper.

She liked Deuceace, who amused her and made her laff.