ardent curry, the property, but a moment before, of old Colonel Rangoon. Every thing, however, receives a civil reception from a toad-eater, so Miss Gusset burnt herself to death by devouring a composition, which would have reduced any one to ashes who had not fought against Bundoolah.
"Now, that's what I call a very sensible arrangement;—what could go off better?" said Vivian.
"You may think so, Sir," said Mr. Boreall, a sharp-nosed and conceited-looking man, who, having got among a set whom he didn't the least understand, was determined to take up Dr. Sly's quarrel, merely for the sake of conversation. "You, I say, Sir, may think it so, but I rather imagine that the ladies and gentlemen lower down, can hardly think it a very sensible arrangement;" and here Boreall looked as if he had done his duty, in giving a young man a proper reproof.
