he possibly be?—has he left the room?—or has not he been in it?"
"Indeed, Sir," said I peevishly, "I know nothing of him."
"I don't wonder that you are disconcerted, Madam, it is really very provoking. The best part of the evening will be absolutely lost. He deserves not that you should wait for him."
"I do not, Sir," said I, "and I beg you not to ———"
"Mortifying, indeed, Madam," interrupted he, "a lady to wait for a gentleman!—O fie!—careless fellow!—what can detain him?—Will you give me leave to seek him?"
"If you please, Sir," answered I, quite terrified lest Mrs. Mirvan should attend to him, for she looked very much surprised at seeing me enter into conversation with a stranger.
"With all my heart," cried he; "pray what coat has he on?"
"Indeed I never looked at it."
"Out upon him!" cried he; "What! did he address you in a coat not worth looking at?—What a shabby dog!"
How ridiculous! I really could not help laughing, which, I fear, encouraged him, for he went on.
"Charming creature!—and can you really bear ill usage with so much sweetness?—Can
