a fault in it for the world. Look at it, pray! Will it do? (giving him the letter with an air of self-satisfaction.)
Bes. (shaking his head.) No, Madam; I must be free for to say, dat it won't do: de two first ords are wrong, and de two last ords are not right.
Mrs. F. (colouring and bridling up.) Why there are but four words of it altogether, Mr. Bescatti.
Bes. Yes, Madam; der you be very right; der you be under no mistake at all; der be just four ords in it, neider more nor less.
Mrs.F. Well, well, pray correct it for me! I suppose I was thinking of something else when I wrote it.
Bes. (after correcting the letter.) It is done, Madam. I hope de young lady will soon finish her drawing, dat I may have de honour to propose my little instruction.
Char. (rising from the table.) I can finish it tomorrow.
Mrs. F. Shew Mr. Bescatti your two last drawings (Char. shews him her drawings.) Every one from your country is fond of this delightful art. How do you like this piece?
Bes. It be very agreeable.
Gov. (looking over his shoulder.) O beautiful, charming! de most pretty of de world!
Mrs. F. There is such a fine glow in the colouring, so much spirit in the whole.
Bes. (tardily ) Yes.
