“Mr. Chamier."(102)

“Mr. Chamier, ay?  Give me leave to tell you, Miss Burney, that Mr. Chamier is what we call a very sensible man!”

“Certainly.  And Mr. Pepys."(103)

“Mr. Pepys?  Ay, very good—­very good in that sort of way.  I am quite sorry I could not be here; but I was so much indisposed—­ quite what we call the nursing party.”

“I’m very sorry; but I hope little Sharp(104) is well?

“Ma’am, your most humble! you’re a very good lady, indeed!—­quite what we call a good lady!  Little Sharp is perfectly well:  that sort of attention, and things of that sort,—–­the bow-wow system is very well.  But pray, Miss Burney, give me leave to ask, in that sort of way, had you anybody else?”

Yes, Lady Ladd and Mr. Seward.”

“So, so!—­quite the family system!  Give me leave to tell you, Miss Burney, this commands attention!—­what we call a respectable invitation!  I am sorry I could not come, indeed; for we young men, Miss Burney, we make it what we call a sort of rule to take notice of this sort of attention.  But I was extremely indisposed, indeed—­what we call the walnut system

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had quite—–­ Pray what’s the news, Miss Burney?—­in that sort of way, is there any news?”

“None, that I have heard.  Have you heard any?”

“Why, very bad! very bad, indeed!—­quite what we call poor old England!  I was told, in town,—­fact—­fact, I assure you—­that these Dons intend us an invasion this very month, they and the Monsieurs intend us the respectable salute this very month;—­the powder system, in that sort of way!  Give me leave to tell you, Miss Burney, this is what we call a disagreeable visit, in that sort of way.”

I think, if possible, his language looks more absurd upon paper even than it sounds in conversation, from the perpetual recurrence of the same words and expressions—–­

The crying beauty and her mother.

Brighthelmstone, October 12-On Tuesday Mr., Mrs., Miss Thrale, and “yours, ma’am, yours,” set out on their expedition.  The day was very pleasant, and the journey delightful.

We dined very comfortably at Sevenoaks, and thence made but one stage to Tunbridge.  It was so dark when we went through the town that I could see it very indistinctly.  The Wells, however, are about seven miles yet further, so that we saw that night nothing ; but I assure you, I felt that I was entering into a new country pretty roughly, for the roads were so sidelum and jumblum, as Miss L—­ called those of Teignmouth, that I expected an overturn every minute.  Safely, however, we reached the Sussex Hotel, at Tunbridge Wells.

Having looked at our rooms, and arranged our affairs, we proceeded to Mount Ephraim, where Miss Streatfield resides.  We found her with only her mother, and spent the evening there.