After the dinner and dessert were ordered (at Fubsby's they furnish everything:dinner and dessert,plate and china,servants in your own livery,and,if you please,guests of title too),the married couple retreated from that shop of wonders;Rosa delighted that the trouble of the dinner was all off their hands but she was afraid it would be rather expensive.
"Nothing can be too expensive which pleases YOU,dear,"Fitz said.
"By the way,one of those young women was rather good-looking,"Rosa remarked:"the one in the cap with the blue ribbons."(And she cast about the shape of the cap in her mind,and determined to have exactly such another.)"Think so?I didn't observe,"said the miserable hypocrite by her side;and when he had seen Rosa home,he went back,like an infamous fiend,to order something else which he had forgotten,he said,at Fubsby's.Get out of that Paradise,you cowardly,creeping,vile serpent you!
Until the day of the dinner,the infatuated fop was ALWAYS going to Fubsby's.HE WAS REMARKED THERE.He used to go before he went to chambers in the morning,and sometimes on his return from the Temple:but the morning was the time which he preferred;and one day,when he went on one of his eternal pretexts,and was chattering and flirting at the counter,a lady who had been reading yesterday's paper and eating a halfpenny bun for an hour in the back shop (if that paradise may be called a shop)--a lady stepped forward,laid down the Morning Herald,and confronted him.