He drew Pomander aside.

"What a simplicity there is in Mrs.Woffington!" said he; "the rest, male and female, are all so affected; she is so fresh and natural.

They are all hot-house plants; she is a cowslip with the May dew on it." "What you take for simplicity is her refined art," replied Sir Charles.
"No!" said Vane, "I never saw a more innocent creature!" Pomander laughed in his face; this laugh disconcerted him more than words; he spoke no more--he sat pensive.

He was sorry he had come to this place, where everybody knew his goddess; yet nobody admired, nobody loved, and, alas! nobody respected her.
He was roused from his reverie by a noise; the noise was caused by Cibber falling on Garrick, whom Pomander had maliciously quoted against all the tragedians of Colley Cibber's day.
"I tell you," cried the veteran, "that this Garrick has banished dignity from the stage and given us in exchange what you and he take for fire; but it is smoke and vapor.

His manner is little, like his person, it is all fuss and bustle.