Like the life! That's a cold northern Sentiment again--why can't you see that if it were like the life one might soon become an old face? Now I like to be a new face every day--then the men cry, what a deal of sweetness my Lady Betty has in her face--ay, and what a deal of fire--and what a deal of meaning--and what a--and what a Je ne sais quoi! But I shall lay aside this face soon, and you shall have the preference of it. (Harriet: Dear Ma'am, I wou'd not rob your Ladyship on any Account.) Oh you'll not derob me at all, and then I'll let you have a Copy of my Receipt how to be a fine Lady, it was made in Paris upon the most minute observation. I was assisted in it by Monsieur Capriole my dancing Master, Madam D'Epingle my Milliner, La Jeuness my hair dresser, and Fanchonette my waiting Maid. (Harriet: Dear Ma'am, let me have it of all things--it must needs be a curiosity.) I believe I have it in my Pocket--here it is--I'll read it to you. "Take a score of French Phrases, everyday, bien tournées, and mix 'em well together to qualify the Barbarity of the English. Be sure to have a thorough contempt for the Milliners and the Tradesfolk of your own country. Be sure never to visit with your Husband, if you have a mind to be happy with him, don't see the horrid creature above one in a quarter."

Lady Betty Mockmode Monologue from The Englishman from Paris

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