The two Vestris had imagined a fête, and, concluding that whatever they designed would captivate the town and its purses, were at the expense of 1,200l., and, distributing tickets at two guineas apiece, disposed of not two hundred. It ended in a bad Opera, that began three hours later than usual, and at quadruple the price. There were bushels of dead flowers, lamps, country-dances—and a cold supper.