Madame Duval implored their mercy.
"Mr. Mirvan, I have brought a petitioner."
She endeavoured to adjust her hair-dress.
She called me to account very roughly.
The capatain took me aside.
The violence of their mirth.
In profound and melancholy meditation
Most officiously handed me to a great chair.
"Pray don't be so coy."
M. Du Bois walked by the side of the chair.
"Well, now, ladies, I think we sit very well."
Seated on a window with Mr. Brown.
We were followed by Mr. Smith, who came to make excuses.
Mr. Smith ran away with me.
The Miss Branghtons screamed.
"O ho, my little runaway, have I found you at last?"
"I can't think where she can be!"
As fast as ever they could tear her along.
"Pray, Sir, won't you sit down yourself?"
Young Branghton burst into a loud laugh.
"Madam! - for Heaven's sake."
His behaviour is more unaccountable than ever.
Mr. Smith sat indolöently quiet on his chair.
"I've the greatest mind in the world to box your ears!"
In vain his daughter pleaded.
They frequently looked back.
We were moved on between them.
Tormenting Mr. Brown
A shower of rain made us hasten.
"Ah tu me rends la vie!" cried he.
Raising his eyes in thankfulness towards heaven.
Everybody I see takes notice of my being altered.
My good friends tease me about my gravity.
Planning for the future.
Much incommoded by three gentlemen.
Surrounded the chair of Lady Louisa Larpent.
They pranced about thr room, making bows.
In our way downstairs
Lord Merton caught my hand, saying the day was his own.
The young lady entered the pump room.
Followed by a party of young men.
A copy of verses had been dropped in the pump-room.
Presented one of them to Lord Orville, another to me.
Vehemently demanded him to return it.
I found myslf already before him.
"Miss Anville, don't you walk with us?"
Miss Mirvan and I jumped upon our chairs.
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