Notwithstanding the high veneration which I entertained for Dr. Johnson, I was sensible that he was sometimes a little actuated by the spirit of contradiction, and by means of that I hoped I should gain my point.  I was persuaded that if I had come upon him with a direct proposal, “Sir, will you dine in company with Jack Wilkes?” he would have flown into a passion, and would probably have answered, “Dine with Jack Wilkes, sir!  I’d as soon dine with Jack Ketch.”  I therefore, while we were sitting quietly by ourselves at his house in an evening, took occasion to open my plan thus:—­

“Mr. Dilly, sir, sends his respectful compliments to you, and would be happy if you would do him the honor to dine with him on Wednesday next along with me, as I must soon go to Scotland.”

Johnson—­Sir, I am obliged to Mr. Dilly.  I will wait upon him—­

Boswell—­Provided, sir, I suppose, that the company which he is to have is agreeable to you.

Johnson—­What do you mean, sir?  What do you take me for?  Do you think I am so ignorant of the world as to imagine that I am to prescribe to a gentleman what company he is to have at his table?

Boswell—­I beg your pardon, sir, for wishing to prevent you from meeting people whom you might not like.  Perhaps he may have some of what he calls his patriotic friends with him.

Johnson—­Well, sir, and what then?  What care I for his patriotic friends?  Poh!

Boswell—­I should not be surprised to find Jack Wilkes there.

Johnson—­And if Jack Wilkes should be there, what is that to me, sir?  My dear friend, let us have no more of this.  I am sorry to be angry with you; but really it is treating me strangely to talk to me as if I could not meet any company whatever, occasionally.

Boswell—­Pray forgive me, sir:  I meant well.  But you shall meet whoever comes, for me.

Thus I secured him, and told Dilly that he would find him very well pleased to be one of his guests on the day appointed.

Upon the much-expected Wednesday I called on him about half an hour before dinner, as I often did when we were to dine out together, to see that he was ready in time, and to accompany him.  I found him buffeting his books, as upon a former occasion, covered with dust, and making no preparation for going abroad.  “How is this, sir?” (said I).  “Don’t you recollect that you are to dine at Mr. Dilly’s?”

Johnson—­Sir, I did not think of going to Dilly’s:  it went out of my head.  I have ordered dinner at home with Mrs. Williams.

Boswell—­But, my dear sir, you know you were engaged to Mr. Dilly, and I told him so.  He will expect you, and will be much disappointed if you don’t come.

Johnson—­You must talk to Mrs. Williams about this.