“Well, sir,” said Miss Monckton, “but you must see her for all this.”

“Well, madam, if you desire it, I will go.  See her I shall not, nor hear her; but I’ll go, and that will do.  The last time I was at a play, I was ordered there by Mrs. Abington, or Mrs. Somebody, I do not well remember who; but I placed myself in the middle of the first row of the front boxes, to show that when I was called I came.”

The talk upon this matter went on very long, and with great spirit.  At last, a large party of ladies arose at the same time’, and I tripped after them; Miss Monckton, however, made me come back, for she said I must else wait in the other room till those ladies’ carriages drove away. 256

When I returned, Sir Joshua came and desired he might convey me home; I declined the offer, and he pressed it a good deal, drolly saying,—­

“Why, I am old enough, a’n’t I?” And when he found me stout, he said to Dr. Johnson,—­“Sir, is not this very hard?  Nobody thinks me very young, yet Miss Burney won’t give me the privilege of age in letting me see her home?  She says I a’n’t old enough."(165)

I had never said any such thing.

“Ay,” sir,” said the doctor, “did I not tell you she was a riter of romances?”

Mrs. Walsingham.

December 15.-To-day, by an invitation of ten days standing, I waited upon Mrs. Walsingham.  She is a woman high in fame for her talents,(166) and a wit by birth, as the daughter of Sir Charles Hanbury Williams.

She has the character of being only civil to people of birth, fame, or wealth, and extremely insolent to all others.  Of this, however, I could see nothing, since she at least took care to invite no company to her own house whom she was disposed to disdain.  Her reception of me appeared rather singular.  She was violently dressed,—­a large hoop, flowers in her small and full dressed cap, ribands and ornaments extremely shown, and a fan in her hand.  She was very polite, said much of her particular pleasure in seeing Me, and kept advancing to me near, that involuntarily I retreated from her, not knowing er design, and kept, therefore, getting further and further back as she came forward, till I was stopped from any power of moving by the wainscot.  I then necessarily stood still, and she saluted me.

We then quietly sat down, and my father began a very lively conversation upon various subjects; she kept it up with attention and good breeding, often referring to me, and seemig curious to know my notions.

The rest of the company who came to dinner were Mrs. Montagu, Mr. Percy, Speaker of the Irish House of Commons, his lady and daughter, and Sir Joshua Reynolds and Miss Palmer.  I was excessively glad to see the latter, who clung

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to me all the visit, and took off from its formality and grandeur by her chatting and intimacy.

Mrs. Walsingham lives in a splendid house in Stratford place, elegantly fitted up, chiefly by her own paintings and drawingsl which are reckoned extremely clever.  I hate that word, but cannot think of another.