The things we do!

(He lapses into silence.)
Lackey. I think Thomis is in love, Thomis is. Who was that young woman I
saw you a-dancing of at the Showmier, Thomis? How the young Marquis was
a-cuttin' of it about there! The pleace was obliged to come up and stop
him dancing. His man told old Buzfuz upstairs, that the Marquis's goings
on is hawful. Up till four or five every morning; blind hookey,
shampaign, the dooce's own delight. That party have had I don't know how
much in diamonds--and they quarrel and swear at each other, and fling
plates: it's tremendous.
Tommy. Why doesn't the Marquis man mind his own affairs? He's a
supersellious beast: and will no more speak to a man, except he's
out-a-livery, than he would to a chimbly-swip. He! Cuss him, I'd fight
'im for 'alf-a-crown.
Lackey. And we'd back you, Tommy. Buzfuz upstairs ain't supersellious;
nor is the Prince's walet nether. That old Sangjang's a rum old guvnor.
He was in England with the Count, fifty years ago--in the hemigration--in
Queen Hann's time, you know.


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