Puppy! _Mr.H_.A Baronet at the table, seeing my dilemma, jogged my elbow; and a good-natured Duchess, who does everything with a grace peculiar to herself, trod on my toes at that instant: this brought me to myself, and--covered with blushes, and pitied by all the ladies--I withdrew.
_1st Lady_.

How charmingly he tells a story.
_2nd Lady_.

But how distressing! _Mr.H_.Lord Squandercounsel, who is my particular friend, was pleased to rally me in his inimitable way upon it next day.

I shall never forget a sensible thing he said on the occasion--speaking of absence of mind, my foible--says he, my dear Hogs-- _Several Ladies_.

Hogs--what--ha-- _Mr.H_.My dear Hogsflesh--my name--( _here a universal scream_)--O my cursed unfortunate tongue! H.I mean--where was I?
_1st Lady_.