“. . . I dine at Crocky’s daily, where I have got the dinner down to 8s. 6d.—tout compris; was I to dine here, it would certainly be a pund. . . . My eye! what a man Lord Fitzallen is, it you please—just introduced—about 7 feet high, as red as a turkey-cock and covered with bushes of black hair in mustachios and whiskers. Thank God I don’t dine with him; he is really quite disagreeable to look at.”
