_O’Dogh._ So, the toilet council is broke up at last--here she comes, as fantastically fine, as a fine lady in a play. Ogho, what a head she has. _Enter Mrs._ Diggerty _and_ Mushroom. _Mrs. Dig._ Brother, I am veestly glad to see you. _Coun._ Welcome from England, sister. _Mrs. Dig._ I am imminsely obligated to you, brother. _Coun._ I hope it answered your expectation, sister. _Mrs. Dig._ Transcendantly. _Coun._ I am glad it pleased you. _Mrs. Dig._ Ravishingly. _Coun._ Indeed! _Mrs. Dig._ Beyond all degrees of compirison. _O’Dogh._ O yes--beyond all degrees of compirison. _Mrs. Dig._ Veest! imminse! extatic! I never knew life before--every thing there is high, tip top, the grand monde, the bun tun--and quite teesty. _O’Dogh._ O yes, every thing there is quite teesty, brother. _Mrs. Dig._ Well, Count, do you know that you pleased me veestly last night; I never saw you in such high humour--brother, I believe you do not know Mr. Mushroom, an English gentleman; pray let me have the honour of introducing him to you. _Coun._ I have had that honour already, sister. _Mush._ Yes, madam, Hamilton and I are old acquaintance. _O’Dogh._ O yes they are old acquaintance, they have known each other above these two minutes. _Coun._ Pray how do you like London, sister? _Mrs. Dig._ O the place of the world, brother. _Coun._ Then Dublin I suppose-- _Mrs. Dig._ O, dear brother, don’t neem them together. _O’Dogh._ O no, you must not neem them together. _Mrs. Dig._ Upon my honour, Dublin, after seeing London, looks like Irish-Town or Ring’s-End: Oh, every thing I set my eyes on here gives me the ennui, and the countre cure. _O’Dogh._ O yes, every thing here gives her the contre cœur; that is a disease she has brought over with her from London that we know nothing of here. _Mrs. Dig._ The streets are so narrow, the houses so dirty, and the people so ridiculous! then the women, Count! ha, ha, ha!--I can’t help laughing when I think of them. Well, I am convinced that the women of this here country who have never travelled, have nothing of that--a--a--non-chalance, and that jenny-see-quee that we have in London. _O’Dogh._ O no, brother! the women have nothing of that jenny-see-quee, that she has brought over with her from London. _Mrs. Dig._ But, Mushroom--I don’t know if what I am going to tell you be conceit or real; but, upon my honour, when I first came from England--you must know, brother, I came over in the picket. _O’Dogh._ O yes, brother, she came over in the picket. _Mrs. Dig._ Yes, sir, I came over in the picket, and we had a great orage--I don’t believe, Mr. Diggerty, you know what an orage is. _O’Dogh._ Indeed you may take your oath I don’t, my dear. _Mrs. Dig._ That is, sir, because you have not been in foreign parts--then I will tell you what an orage is--sir, an orage is a storum.