_Jack._ English Liberty in Perfection! The fellow puts his hand in my Pocket, whips out my Handkerchief, and when I tell him he's a Fripon, the Scoundrel cries, "Ram my Eyes will you Box." _Pickpocket._ Come now, for all you're a Gentleman-- _Mob._ A Ring, a Ring for the French Gentleman. (_A ring made_) _Jack._ Nay, but Gentlemen, I am no Frenchman, there are two Gentlemen there, that know me--Mr. Wildfire, Mr. Foxchase-- _Wildfire._ What does the fellow mean? I know nothing of you. _Jack._ Nay, but Gentlemen you see my Distress. _Wildfire._ We know nothing of you Fellow. Who is he? _Mob._ A French Spy, I suppose. _Mob._ Let the French Gentleman have fair Play. _1st Mob._ Come now, what signifies your law? I saw you pick his Pocket. _Mob._ Did you? Hurra! A Pickpocket--let's duck him--a Pickpocket! Hurra! _Jack._ O Paris! Paris! But who have we here? My Lady Betty by all that's agreeable. (_Enter_ LADY BETTY) _Lady Betty._ Oh, I shall expire in this Country! English Liberty will certainly be the death of me. Mon cher Cavalier the horrid creatures got round me as if they had never seen a Gentlewoman before. _Jack._ Madam, I have the Honor of sympathising with your Ladyship. They surrounded me too, and I suppose wou'd still have kept me en Embarras had they not been call'd off to participate of an English Diversion call'd ducking a Pickpocket. _Lady Betty._ Marquis! Marquis! Marquis! As sure as you are there my poor little Dog is lost--let my Chairman and Servants seek about--I'll give any reward for him. I brought him with me for a little Air, the poor thing had the Vapours ever since he arriv'd, the Air of this Country is too thick and scorbutic for him, and then you know Marquis was always Journalier; such a gloom hangs over the People he cou'd not endure to go into Company! I am so deranged I look like a fright--do I? He--how do I look? _Jack._ Madam, your Face is admirably imagin'd today. I always said in Paris that you had a better taste for Faces, than any of them. _Lady Betty._ Well, that is so obliging now--pauvre Marquis! My poor Marquis! I took him to visit with me last night, it would divert you to see how the dear little thing stared at them seated at the Whist Tables. "How do you like Paris Madam? What's Trumps? Clubs--hum! Is it as large as London? They say short aprons are coming into fashion." And that was all the conversation for half an hour--and then to see the dear creature bark at 'em when they all began in one loud Din. "Captain Hazard, why did you not lead thro' the Honors? Dear Madam, why did you not see-saw? My Lord how could you think of finessing--don't you know what Hoyle says? If A and B are Partners against C and D and the game nine all. A and B have won three tricks, and C and D four tricks then C leads his Suit, D puts up the King, then returns the Suit; A passes, C puts up the Queen, B finesses, and so A and B etc."