not enough of other nations to pick our pockets already? I'll warrant you, there's no need of you for to put in your oar."
"Pick your pockets, Sir! I wish nobody wanted to pick your pockets no more than I do; and I'll promise you, you'd be safe enough. But there's no nation under the sun can beat the English for ill-politeness: for my part, I hate the very sight of them, and so I shall only just visit a person of quality or two, of my particular acquaintance, and then I shall go back again to France."
"Ay, do," cried he, "and then go to the devil together, for that's the fittest voyage for the French and the quality."
"We'll take care, however," cried the stranger, with great vehemence, "not to admit none of your vulgar, unmannered English among us."
"O never fear," (returned he coolly)
"we shan't dispute the point with you; you and the quality may have the devil all to yourselves."
Desirous of changing the subject of a conversation which now became very alarming, Miss Mirvan called out, "Lord, how slow the man drives!"
"Never mind, Moll," said her father, "I'll warrant you he'll drive fast enough to-morrow,
