Mrs. Perkin's Ball, by William Makepeace Thackeray

Miss Joy, Mr. and Mrs. Joy, Mr. Botter.

Miss Joy, Mr. and Mrs. Joy, Mr. Botter.

Mr. B. — What spirits that girl has, Mrs. Joy!

Mr. J. — She’s a sunshine in a house, Botter, a regular sunshine. When Mrs. J. here’s in a bad humor, I . . .

Mrs. J. — Don’t talk nonsense, Mr. Joy.

Mrs. B. — There’s a hop, skip, and jump for you! Why, it beats Ellsler! Upon my conscience it does! It’s her fourteenth quadrille too. There she goes! She’s a jewel of a girl, though I say it that shouldn’t.

Mrs. J. (laughing). — Why don’t you marry her, Botter? Shall I speak to her? I dare say she’d have you. You’re not so VERY old.

Mr. B. — Don’t aggravate me, Mrs. J. You know when I lost my heart in the year 1817, at the opening of Waterloo Bridge, to a young lady who wouldn’t have me, and left me to die in despair, and married Joy, of the Stock Exchange.

Mrs. J. Get away, you foolish old creature.

[MR. JOY looks on in ecstasies at Miss Joy’s agility. LADY JANE RANVILLE, of Baker Street, pronounces her to be an exceedingly forward person. CAPTAIN DOBBS likes a girl who has plenty of go in her; and as for FRED SPARKS, he is over head and ears in love with her.]

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