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I hope so, too, Mrs. Flounce; for I fear the fine books might injure the cellar as well as the wardrobe.

O never fear that; she would have poets and ancient philosophers coming about her in plenty, and they like a good dinner and good wine as well as any body; much better than lovers do, I trow. But we must gossip no longer here; you have set out the flowers beautifully; so take them to the drawing-room directly.

Stupid oaf! what makes you run so?

The gentlefolks want more bread and butter.