_Lady Betty._ Heav'n has given you a face! He! He! He! Well to be sure that notion is downright Insulaire, fit only for an Island--the Sentiments of the Continent, I assure you my dear are much sublimer. Heav'n has given you a face--but I'll give you a better face, you shall have one of mine--how do you like this face? It has been generally taken notice of. They may talk what they will of their great Painters--my brush exceeds 'em all--the Coloring is so mellow, and so rich and so glowing-- _Harriet._ Ma'am as for your coloring, nobody can dispute it--but don't your Ladyship think a great Painter can draw a little more like the life? _Lady Betty._ Like the life! That's a cold northern Sentiment again--why can't you see that if it were like the life one might soon become an old face? Now I like to be a new face every day--then the men cry, what a deal of sweetness my Lady Betty has in her face--ay, and what a deal of fire--and what a deal of meaning--and what a--and what a Je ne sais quoi! But I shall lay aside this face soon, and you shall have the preference of it. _Harriet._ Dear Ma'am, I wou'd not rob your Ladyship on any Account. _Lady Betty._ Oh you'll not derob me at all, and then I'll let you have a Copy of my Receipt how to be a fine Lady, it was made in Paris upon the most minute observation. I was assisted in it by Monsieur Capriole my dancing Master, Madam D'Epingle my Milliner, La Jeuness my hair dresser, and Fanchonette my waiting Maid. _Harriet._ Dear Ma'am, let me have it of all things--it must needs be a curiosity. _Lady Betty._ I believe I have it in my Pocket--here it is--I'll read it to you. "Take a score of French Phrases, everyday, bien tournées, and mix 'em well together to qualify the Barbarity of the English. Be sure to have a thorough contempt for the Milliners and the Tradesfolk of your own country. Be sure never to visit with your Husband, if you have a mind to be happy with him, don't see the horrid creature above one in a quarter." _Harriet._ I suppose your Ladyship means as Falstaff says in a quarter of an hour. _Lady Betty._ Well, by all that's pleasant, I shall never survive that. No child, once in a quarter of a year is enough to see the domestic Animal, to get one's pin-money of him--or to make him mortgage--or sell--or anything to pay one's gaming Debts. But I'll go on. "Be sure to have a Douceur and a fierté ready to command in the Countenance." Now if one of these Insulaires--one of these Island People shou'd come within the Hemisphere of my Hoop there's my fierté--and if one meets with anything that has voyaged, that has depatriated as the Clive calls it in the Play--there's my Douceur--but don't interrupt. "Be sure never to be happy if anybody of your acquaintance keeps more Card Tables than yourself--" _Harriet._ Is that an Essential to Happiness Ma'am?