 of all elegance and sense, would have prepared, or presented to rational
beings. In a word, our young gentleman played the artillery of his wit against
him with such success, that the painter seemed to wake from a dream, and went
home with the most hearty contempt for the person he had formerly adored.
    Instead of using the privilege of a friend, to enter his apartment without
ceremony, he sent in his servant with a message, importing, that he intended to
set out from Paris next day, in company with Mr. Pickle, and desiring to know
whether or not he was, or would be prepared for the journey. The doctor, struck
with the manner as well as the matter of this intimation, went immediately to
Pallet's room, and demanded to know the cause of such a sudden determination,
without his privity or concurrence; and when he understood the necessity of
their affairs, rather than travel by himself, he ordered his baggage to be
packed up, and signified his readiness to conform to the emergency of the case;
though he was not at all pleased with the cavalier behaviour of Pallet, to whom
he threw out some hints of his own importance, and the immensity of his
condescension, in favouring him with such marks of regard. But by this time
these insinuations had lost their effect upon the painter, who told him with an
arch sneer, that he did not at all question his learning and abilities, and
particularly his skill in cookery, which he should never forget while his palate
retained its function; but nevertheless advised him, for the sake of the
degenerate eaters of these days, to spare a little of his sal armoniac in the
next sillykickaby he should prepare; and bate somewhat of the devil's dung,
which he had so plentifully crammed into the roasted fowls, unless he had a mind
to convert his guests into patients, with a view of licking himself whole for
the expence of the entertainment.
    The physician, nettled at these sarcasms, eyed him with a look of
indignation and disdain, and being unwilling to express himself in English, lest
in the course of the altercation Pallet should be so much irritated as to depart
without him, he vented his anger in Greek, pronouncing with great rancour,
Akritomyte, ligys per eon agorhtns, Isxeo, mhdA etelA oios erizemenai
basileysin. The painter, though by the sound he supposed this quotation to be
Greek, complimented his friend upon his knowledge in the Welch language, and
found means to rally him quite out of temper; so that he retired to his own
chamber in the utmost wrath
