Mr. Belton has had university education, and was designed for the gown; but that not suiting with the gaiety of his temper, and an uncle dying, who devised to him a good estate, he quitted the college, came up to town, and commenced fine gentleman.  He is said to be a man of sense.—­ Mr. Belton dresses gaily, but not quite foppishly; drinks hard; keeps all hours, and glories in doing so; games, and has been hurt by that pernicious diversion:  he is about thirty years of age:  his face is a fiery red, somewhat bloated and pimply; and his irregularities threaten a brief duration to the sensual dream he is in:  for he has a short consumption cough, which seems to denote bad lungs; yet makes himself and his friends merry by his stupid and inconsiderate jests upon very threatening symptoms which ought to make him more serious.

Mr. Mowbray has been a great traveller; speaks as many languages as Mr. Lovelace himself, but not so fluently:  is of a good family:  seems to be about thirty-three or thirty-four:  tall and comely in his person:  bold and daring in his look:  is a large-boned, strong man:  has a great scar in his forehead, with a dent, as if his skull had been beaten in there, and a seamed scar in his right cheek:  he likewise dresses very gaily:  has his servants always about him, whom he is continually calling upon, and sending on the most trifling messages—­half a dozen instances of which we had in the little time I was among them; while they seem to watch the turn of his fierce eye, to be ready to run, before they have half his message, and serve him with fear and trembling.  Yet to his equals the man seems tolerable:  he talks not amiss upon public entertainments and diversions, especially upon those abroad:  yet has a romancing air, and avers things strongly which seem quite improbable.  Indeed he doubts nothing but what he ought to believe; for he jests upon sacred things; and professes to hate the clergy of all religions.  He has high notions of honour, a world hardly ever out of his mouth; but seems to have no great regard to morals.

Mr. Tourville occasionally told his age; just turned of thirty-one.  He is also of an ancient family; but, in his person and manners, more of what I call the coxcomb than any of his companions.  He dresses richly; would be thought elegant in the choice and fashion of what he wears; yet, after all, appears rather tawdry than fine.—­One sees by the care he takes of his outside, and the notice he bespeaks from every one by his own notice of himself, that the inside takes up the least of his attention.  He dances finely, Mr. Lovelace says; is a master of music, and singing is one of his principal excellencies.  They prevailed upon him to sing, and he obliged them both in Italian and French; and, to do him justice, his songs in both were decent.  They were all highly delighted with his performance; but his greatest admirers were, Mrs. Sinclair, Miss Partington, and himself.  To me he appeared to have a great deal of affectation.