"You've but a sorry lodging, Mrs. You come to England,
and hide in a secret convent in London. Quite!”
He sat in the arm-chair and took tea, and consumed several of the extra cakes
which she had sent out for and talked to her and expressed himself, looking very
earnestly at her with his deep-set eyes, and carefully avoiding any crumbs on his
mustache the while. A wide terrace then led to large iron gates,' over which were
placed the two celebrated figures of Raving and Melancholy Madness, executed
by the elder Cibber, and commemorated by Pope in the Dunciad, in the wellknown lines:—
"Close to those walls where Folly holds her throne,
And laughs to think Monroe would take her down,
Where, o'er the gates, by his famed father's hand,
Great Cibber's brazen, brainless brothers stand. “Who are YOU that the world should lie down at your feet?
“You’ve got to be a decent citizen, Ann Veronica.
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