Now let me see what qualifications I can produce.

A steady nerve, save only when I have my morning qualms, and a cheerful heart; I score two on that.

I can dance saraband, minuet, or corranto; fence, ride, and sing French chansons.

Good Lard! who ever heard a valet urge such accomplishments?
I can play the best game of piquet in London.

So said Sir George Etherege when I won a cool thousand off him at the Groom Parter.