voice of Signor Millico, the first singer; but they tormented me with continual talking."
"What a jabbering they make!" cried Mr. Branghton; "there's no knowing a word they say. Pray what's the reason they can't as well sing in English?—but I suppose the fine folks would not like it, if they could understand it."
"How unnatural their action is!" said the son; "why now who ever saw an Englishman put himself in such out-of-the-way postures?"
"For my part," said Miss Polly, "I think it's very pretty, only I don't know what it means."
"Lord, what does that signify?" cried her sister; "mayn't one like a thing without being so very particular?—You may see that Miss likes it, and I don't suppose she knows more of the matter than we do."
A gentleman, soon after, was so obliging as to make room in the front row for Miss Branghton and me. We had no sooner seated ourselves, than Miss Branghton exclaimed, "Good gracious! only see!—why, Polly, all the people in the pit are without hats, dressed like any thing!"
"Lord, so they are, cried Miss Polly, "well, I never saw the like!—it's worthcoming
