Dr. Johnson received me, too, with his usual goodness, and with a salute so loud, that the two young beaus, Cotton and Swinerton, have never done laughing about it.

Mrs. Thrale spent two or three hours in my room, talking over all her affairs, and then we wished each other bon repos, and—­ retired.  Grandissima conclusion!

Oh, but let me not forget that a fine note came from Mr. Pepys, who is here with his family, saying he was pressd`e de vivre, and entreating to see Mrs. and Miss T., Dr. Johnson, and Cecilia at his house the next day.  I hate mightily this method of naming me from my heroines, of whose honour I think I am more jealous than of my own.

Oct. 27-The Pepyses came to visit me in form, but I was dressing; in the evening, however, Mrs. and Miss T. took me to them.  Dr. Johnson would not go ; he told me it was my day, and I should be crowned, for Mr. Pepys was wild about “Cecilia.”  We found at Mr. Pepys’ nobody but his wife, his brother, Dr. Pepys,(154) and Dr. Pepys’ lady, Countess of Rothes.  Mr. Pepys received me with such distinction, that it was very evident how much the book, with the most flattering opinion of it, was in his head; however, he behaved very prettily, and only mentioned it by allusions; most particularly upon the character of Meadows, which he took various opportunities of pronouncing to be the “best hit possible” upon the present race of fine gentlemen.  We did not stay with them long, but called upon Miss Benson, and proceeded to the rooms.  Mr. Pepys was very

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unwilling to part with us, and wanted to frighten me from going, by saying,—­

“And has Miss Burney the courage to venture to the Rooms?  I wonder she dares!”

I did not seem to understand him, though to mistake him was impossible.  However, I thought of him again when I was at the rooms, for most violent was the staring and whispering as I passed and repassed ! insomuch that I shall by no means be in any haste to go again to them.  Susan and Sophy Thrale, who were with their aunt, Mrs. Scott, told Queeny upon our return that they heard nothing said, whichever way they turned, but “That’s she!” “That’s the famous Miss Burney!” I shall certainly escape going any more, if it is in my power.

Monday, Od. 28.—­Mr. Pepys had but just left me, when Mrs. Thrale sent Susan with a particular request to see me in her dressing-room, where I found her with a milliner.

“Oh, Miss Burney,” she cried, “I could not help promising Mrs. Cockran that she should have a sight of you—­she has begged it so hard.”

You may believe I stared; and the woman, whose eyes almost looked ready to eat me, eagerly came up to me, exclaiming,-

“Oh, ma’am, you don’t know what a favour this is to see you!  I have longed for it so long!  It is quite a comfort to me, indeed.  Oh, ma’am, how clever you must be!  All the ladies I deal with are quite distracted about ’Cecilia,’—­and I got it myself.  Oh, ma’am, how sensible you must be!  It does my heart good to see you.”