Mr. B. seems nothing more than a
tall young man. My evening engagement and walk was with Miss A., who
had called on me the day before, and gently upbraided me in her turn
with a change of manners to her since she had been in Bath, or at
least of late. Unlucky me! that my notice should be of such
consequence, and my manners so bad! She was so well disposed, and so
reasonable, that I soon forgave her, and made this engagement with her
in proof of it. She is really an agreeable girl, so I think I may
like her; and her great want of a companion at home, which may well
make any tolerable acquaintance important to her, gives her another
claim on my attention. I shall endeavour as much as possible to keep
my intimacies in their proper place, and prevent their clashing. Among
so many friends, it will be well if I do not get into a scrape; and
now here is Miss Blashford come. I should have gone distracted if the
Bullers had staid . . . . When I tell you I have been visiting a
countess this morning, you will immediately, with great justice, but
no truth, guess it to be Lady Roden.
Pages:
82
83
84
85
86
87
88
89
90
91
92
93
94
95
96
97
98
99
100
101
102
103
104
105
106