"Brayvo, Fat un!" said one; "Angcore, Daniel Lambert!" said another; "What a figure for the tight rope!" exclaimed another wag, to the inexpressible alarm of the ladies, and the great anger of Mr. Osborne.
"For Heaven's sake, Jos, let us get up and go," cried that gentleman, and the young women rose.
"Stop, my dearest diddle-diddle-darling," shouted Jos, now as bold as a lion, and clasping Miss Rebecca round the waist. Rebecca started, but she could not get away her hand. The laughter outside redoubled.Jos continued to drink, to make love, and to sing;and, winking and waving his glass gracefully to his audience, challenged all or any to come in and take a share of his punch.