scufflers

Updated: July 17, 2026

Sure 'tis the nature of wit to bubble into licentiousness, as champagne foams over the rim of a glass; and, after all, who listens to the play? Half the time one is talking to some adventurous miss, who will swallow a compliment from a stranger if he offer it with a china orange. Or, perhaps, there is quarrelling; and all our eyes and ears are on the scufflers.

M. E. (Mary Elizabeth) Braddon - London Pride : Or When the World Was Younger