"But Zelida, my dear Zelida, do not be in a hurry to die: perhaps," said Sophia----"No perhaps shall stop me, I must dye."----"But perhaps one might"----"One might do nothing, I tell you"----"But speak, my dear, what might one do?"----"Perhaps one might hinder a Toy from talking." "Ah! Sophia, you endeavour to comfort me by false hopes, you deceive me." "No, no, I do not deceive you; only hear me, instead of distracting yourself like a mad creature. I have heard talk of Frenicol, Eolipila, gags and muzzles." "Pray, what connexion is there between Frenicol, Eolipila, muzzles, and the danger which threatens us? What business has my Toyman here, and what is a muzzle?" "It is this, my dear. A muzzle is a machine invented by Frenicol, approved by the academy, and improved by Eolipila, who claims the honour of the invention." "But pray, this machine invented by Frenicol, approved by the academy, and improved by that silly fellow Eolipila."----"Oh! you are of a vivacity that surpasses imagination. Well then, this machine being applied to a Toy, renders it discreet in spite of its teeth."----"Can this be true, my dear?" "It is so said." "We must know it," replied Zelida, "and immediately too." She rang, one of her women appeared, and she sent for Frenicol. "Why not for Eolipila?" said Sophia. "Frenicol is less taken notice of," answered Zelida. The Toyman came away with the messenger. "Ah! Frenicol, are you there," said Zelida, "you are welcome. Make haste, my friend, to extricate two women out of cruel anxiety."--"What is the business, ladies? Would you please to have some rare Toys?"--"No, we have two already, and we would willingly"--"Part with them, I suppose. Pray, ladies, let me see them, I will take them, or we will make an exchange."--"You are mistaken, Mr. Frenicol, we have nothing to truck."--"Well, I understand you, you have some ear-rings, which you would desire to lose, so as that your husbands may find them in my shop."----"Not that neither; pray, Sophia, inform him of the matter." "Frenicol," continued Sophia, "we want two----What, don't you understand?" "No, madam: how would you have me understand, when you say nothing?"----"'Tis," said Sophia, "because when a woman is modest, it gives her pain to speak plain on certain things." "But yet," replied Frenicol, "she must speak plain. I am a Toyman, not a Conjuror."----"You must guess however."----"Faith, ladies, the more I look on ye, the less I comprehend ye. When a lady is young, rich, and pretty as you are, she is not reduced to artifice: moreover, I declare sincerely, that I sell them no longer. I have left the dealing in those baubles to young beginners in the trade."