"Law,Fitzroy!"cried the beloved of his bosom,"how you do startle one!""Give a dinner-party with our means!"said he.
"Ain't you making a fortune,you miser?"Rosa said."Fifteen guineas a day is four thousand five hundred a year;I've calculated it."And,so saying,she rose and taking hold of his whiskers (which are as fine as those of any man of his circuit,)she put her mouth close up against his and did something to his long face,which quite changed the expression of it;and which the little page heard outside the door.
"Our dining-room won't hold ten,"he said.
"We'll only ask twenty,my love.Ten are sure to refuse in this season,when everybody is giving parties.Look,here is the list.""Earl and Countess of Bungay,and Lady Barbara Saint Mary's.""You are dying to get a lord into the house,"Timmins said (HE had not altered his name in Fig-tree Court yet,and therefore I am not so affected as to call him TYMMYNS).
"Law,my dear,they are our cousins,and must be asked,"Rosa said.
"Let us put down my sister and Tom Crowder,then.""Blanche Crowder is really so VERY fat,Fitzroy,"his wife said,"and our rooms are so VERY small."Fitz laughed."You little rogue,"he said,"Lady Bungay weighs two of Blanche,even when she's not in the f--""Fiddlesticks!"Rose cried out."Doctor Crowder really cannot be admitted:he makes such a noise eating his soup,that it is really quite disagreeable."And she imitated the gurgling noise performed by the Doctor while inhausting his soup,in such a funny way that Fitz saw inviting him was out of the question.