play, though he was so ridiculous and foolish as to pretend ignorance.
But how malicious and impertinent in this creature to talk to me in such a manner! I am sure I hope I shall never see him again. I should have despised him heartily as a fop, had he never spoken to me at at all; but now, that he thinks proper to resent his supposed ill usage, I am really quite afraid of him.
The entertainment was, The Deuce is in him, which Lord Orville observed to be the most finished and elegant petite piece that was ever written in English.
In our way home, Mrs. Mirvan put me into some consternation, by saying it was evident, from the resentment which this Mr. Lovel harbours of my conduct, that he would think it a provocation sufficiently important for a duel, if his courage equalled his wrath.
I am terrified at the very idea. Good Heaven! that a man so weak and frivolous should be so revengeful! However! if bravery would have excited him to affront Lord Orville, how much reason have I to rejoice, that cowardice makes him contented with venting his spleen upon me! But we shall leave town soon, and, I hope, see him no more.
It was some consolation to me, to hear,from
