are: could you not find proofs of that nearer home?
Henry. What, our servants you mean? Or, perhaps, the ladies who are in the hall with my mamma? they laughed at the bible at breakfast; I knew what they meant, very well; and my mamma laughed too: I am sure nobody can say that they are good.
Lady. No, my dear; those poor ladies are not good: it would be misleading you to say that they are. But as we cannot
