Pomander's genius came to the aid of their embarrassment.
"Follow my lead," whispered he.

"What! Mrs.Woffington here!" cried he; then he advanced business-like to Triplet.

"We are aware, sir, of your various talents, and are come to make a demand on them.

I, sir, am the unfortunate possessor of frescoes; time has impaired their indelicacy, no man can restore it as you can." "Augh! sir! sir!" said the gratified goose.
"My Cupid's bows are walking-sticks, and my Venus's noses are snubbed.
You must set all that straight on your own terms, Mr.Triplet." "In a single morning all shall bloom again, sir! Whom would you wish them to resemble in feature?
I have lately been praised for my skill in portraiture." (Glancing at Mrs.Woffington.) "Oh!" said Pomander, carelessly, "you need not go far for Venuses and Cupids, I suppose ?" "I see, sir; my wife and children.

Thank you, sir; thank you." Pomander stared; Mrs.Woffington laughed.
Now it was Vane's turn.
"Let me have a copy of verses from your pen.