"You shall see what you shall see--you shall see what you shall see," repeats he very deliberately, proceeding to take the Silver Paper off sundry little Figures, as _Peter_ disengaged them from the Straw--"The five Senses, my Dear--the greatest Bargain I ever knew." My poor _Mother_ lifted up her Hands and Eyes. "At your old Tricks again, Mr. _Honeywood_," said she softly. "Old Tricks!" repeated he, with the Air of an injured Man; "why, these are the most exquisite little Gems you ever saw! A Nobleman could not make a more delicate Present to his Mistress.--Look at this charming little Creature stroking her Lapdog ... and this high-bred Toast taking a Pinch of Snuff, this Lady of Quality sipping Tokay, and this Opera-belle ready to swoon with Extasy at _Bononcini_--where are your Eyes, my Dear?" "Ah, Mr. _Honeywood_, you know the old Saying, 'Please the Eye and plague the Heart.'" "Plague my Heart, then!" cries he in rising Dudgeon, "if you are not the most hard to please of any Woman alive. Why, a Peer bade against me!" "My Dear, I wish the Lot had been knocked down to him. These are suitable Toys for a Personage of that Condition, but not for us. Why, now, I venture to say this Set cost you five and twenty Pounds, at the lowest Figure." "Five and twenty? You may add Something to that. Why, Mrs. _Honeywood_, you must be a Dolt, to know their Value no better than that, or else you are saying so to incense me!" "Indeed, my Dear, I have learnt the World's Value for such Things but too well, by having to pay for them so often. Are these paid for?" "Confusion, Madam! Do you mean to doubt my Honour?" "Why really, Mr. _Honeywood_, you have so little ready Money except what is earned by these poor Girls, that I might be excused for asking. And in Truth I do not feel it so much of a Compliment as I could wish, to have Presents bought to gratify your own Taste, which you know do not suit mine, and after all, be obliged to pay the Bill." "This is Language I will stand from no Woman." "Nay, Mr. _Honeywood_, just look at those Shepherdesses on the Mantel-Shelf, and say if it were not so with them...." ... (Smash went the Shepherdesses.) "The Senses shall go next," cried he, "if you say another Word! Don't cling to me, _Patty_! They shall." "Dear _Father_, my _Mother_ is not going to say another Word. Pray be calm." "I protest..." begins my _Mother_. "Dear _Mother_, pray don't--_Father!_ _Father!_ Pray withdraw--as a Favour!" "What! be turned out of the Room like a chidden Child? Your _Father_, Mrs. _Patty_? I'll sit here till Dinner, I vow. _Prue_, fetch me the Daily Courant, and a clean Pipe." "It has not come in yet, _Father_." "Hang it! everything is out of joint! I shall go to the _Trumpet_, in _Sheer Lane_, and you won't hear of me again, any of you, for a good While." _Prue_ and I tried to stay him, but in vain. My _Mother_ was shedding silent Tears.