est--Why, Jack, knowest thou not Lady Betty's other name?

Other name!--Has she two?

She has. And what thinkest thou of Lady Bab. Wallis?

O the devil!

Now thou hast it. Lady Barbara thou knowest, lifted up in circumstances,
and by pride, never appears or produces herself, but on occasions special
--to pass to men of quality or price, for a duchess, or countess, at
least. She has always been admired for a grandeur in her air, that few
women of quality can come up to; and never was supposed to be other than
what she passed for; though often and often a paramour for lords.

And who, thinkest thou, is my cousin Montague?

Nay, how should I know?

How indeed! Why, my little Johanetta Golding, a lively, yet
modest-looking girl, is my cousin Montague.

There, Belford, is an aunt!--There's a cousin!--Both have wit at will.
Both are accustomed to ape quality.--Both are genteelly descended.
Mistresses of themselves, and well educated--yet past pity.--True Spartan
dames; ashamed of nothing but detection--always, therefore, upon their
guard against that. And in their own conceit, when assuming top parts,
the very quality they ape.

And how dost think I dress them out?--I'll tell thee.

Lady Betty in a rich gold tissue, adorned with jewels of high price.

My cousin Montague in a pale pink, standing on end with silver flowers of
her own working. Charlotte as well as my beloved is admirable at her
needle. Not quite so richly jewell'd out as Lady Betty; but ear-rings
and solitaire very valuable, and infinitely becoming.

Johanetta, thou knowest, has a good complexion, a fine neck, and ears
remarkably fine--so has Charlotte. She is nearly of Charlotte's stature
too.

Laces both, the richest that could be procured.

Thou canst not imagine what a sum the loan of the jewels cost me, though
but for three days.

This sweet girl will half ruin me. But seest thou not, by this time,
that her reign is short!--It must be so. And Mrs. Sinclair has already
prepared every thing for her reception once more.

***

Here come the ladies--attended by Susan Morrison, a tenant-farmer's
daughter, as Lady Betty's woman; with her hands before her, and
thoroughly instructed.

How dress advantages women!--especially those who have naturally a
genteel air and turn, and have had education.

Hadst thou seen how they paraded it--Cousin, and Cousin, and Nephew, at
every word; Lady Betty bridling and looking haughtily-condesce