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208 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1773
HASTINGS: ...You amaze me! From your air and manner, I concluded you had been bred all your life either at Ranelagh, St. James's, or Tower Wharf.[1]
MRS. HARDCASTLE: O! sir, you're only pleased to say so. We country persons can have no manner at all. I'm in love with the town, and that serves to raise me above some of our neighbouring rustics; but who can have a manner, that has never seen the Pantheon, the Grotto Gardens, the Borough, and such places where the nobility chiefly resort?[2] All I can do is to enjoy London at second-hand. I take care to know every tete-a-tete from the Scandalous Magazine,[3] and have all the fashions, as they come out, in a letter from the two Miss Rickets of Crooked Lane.[4] Pray how do you like this head, Mr. Hastings?[5]
HASTINGS: Extremely elegant and d茅gag茅e, upon my word, madam. Your friseur is a Frenchman, I suppose?[6]
MRS. HARDCASTLE. I protest, I dressed it myself from a print in the Ladies' Memorandum-book for the last year.[7]