"A stout lady pours tea on to a plate, missing the cup, in her amused astonishment at the appearance of her very fat and jovial husband who sits opposite her, wearing a hat burlesquing the French fashion, coat open over a wide expanse of horizontally striped waistcoat, and plain white trousers. She exclaims: Lord, my dear! the French folks have quite transmogrify'd you. What, is that a French collar? why, it sticks out like two large horns; and they've stuck a sugar-loaf on your head--and what have they been doing with your small cloaths? and where's your wig, my dear? He answers: O! all a mode! all a mode! His daughter, who leans on the back of her mother's chair, says with a quizzical smile: All a mode! all a mode! Why, Papa, you seem to have forgot all your English. You'll have all the customers take you for a French Mounseer. Both ladies are dressed in the fashion, with huge gigot sleeves. The daughter's dress is patterned with huge checks. Behind the traveller are his caped greatcoat, portmanteau, and a clipped poodle, surprised and resentful. Cf. British Museum Satires No. 15464."--British Museum online catalogue
