He then repeated "Evelina"--in a very languishing and ridiculous tone.
My heart beat so quick against my stays that I almost panted with extreme agitation, from the dread either of hearing some horrible criticism, or of being betrayed: and I munched my biscuit as if I had not eaten for a fortnight.
I believe the whole party were in some little consternation Dr. Johnson began see-sawing; Mr. Thrale awoke; Mr. E---- who I fear has picked up some notion of the affair from being so much in the house, grinned amazingly; and Mr. Seward, biting his nails and flinging himself back in his chair, I am sure had wickedness enough to enjoy the whole scene.
Mrs. Thrale was really a little fluttered, but without looking at me, said, "And pray what, Mr. Lort, what have you heard of it?"
"Why they say," answered he, "that it"s an account of a young lady"s first entrance into company, and of the sc.r.a.pes she gets into; and they say there"s a great deal of character in it, but I have not cared to look in it, because the name is so foolish--"Evelina"!"
"Why foolish, sir?" cried Dr. Johnson. "Where"s the folly of it?"
"Why, I won"t say much for the name myself," said Mrs. Thrale, "to those who don"t know the reason of it, which I found out, but which n.o.body else seems to know." She then explained the name from Evelyn, according to my own meaning.
"Well," said Dr. Johnson, "if that was the reason, it is a very good one."
"Why, have you had the book here?" cried Mr. Lort, staring.
"Ay, indeed, have we," said Mrs. Thrale; "I read it when I was last confined, and I laughed over it, and I cried over it!"
"O ho!" said Mr. Lort, "this is another thing! If you have had it here, I will certainly read it."
"Had it? ay," returned she; "and Dr. Johnson, who would not look at it at first, was so caught by it when I put it in the coach with him, that he has sung its praises ever since,--and he says Richardson would have been proud to have written it."
"O ho! this is a good hearing," cried Mr. Lort; "if Dr. Johnson can read it, I shall get it with all speed."
"You need not go far for it," said Mrs. Thrale, "for it"s now upon yonder table."
I could sit still no longer; there was something so awkward, so uncommon, so strange in my then situation, that I wished myself a hundred miles off, and indeed, I had almost choked myself with the biscuit, for I could not for my life swallow it: and so I got up, and, as Mr. Lort went to the table to look for "Evelina," I left the room, and was forced to call for water to wash down the biscuit, which literally stuck in my throat.
I heartily wished Mr. Lort at Jerusalem. I did not much like going back, but the moment I recovered breath, I resolved not to make bad worse by staying longer away: but at the door of the room, I met Mrs. Thrale, who, asking me if I would have some water, took me into a back room, and burst into a hearty fit of laughter.
"This is very good sport," cried she; "the man is as innocent about the matter as a child, and we shall hear what he says about it to-morrow morning at breakfast. I made a sign to Dr. Johnson and Seward not to tell him."
She found I was not in a humour to think it such good sport as she did, she grew more serious, and taking my hand kindly said, "May you never, Miss Burney, know any other pain than that of hearing yourself praised!
and I am sure that you must often feel."
When I told her how much I dreaded being discovered, and begged her not to betray me any further, she again began laughing, and openly declared she should not consult me about the matter. But she told me that, as soon as I had left the room, when Mr. Lort took up "Evelina," he exclaimed contemptuously "Why, it"s printed for Lowndes!" and that Dr.
Johnson then told him there were things and characters in it more than worthy of Fielding. "Oh ho!" cried Mr. Lort; "what, is it better than Fielding?" "Harry Fielding," answered Dr. Johnson, "knew nothing but the sh.e.l.l of life."
"So you, ma"am," added the flattering Mrs. Thrale, "have found the kernel."
Are they all mad? or do they only want to make me so
CURIOSITY REGARDING THE AUTHOR OF "EVELINA."
_Streatham, Sept._--Our Monday"s intended great party was very small, for people are so dispersed at present in various quarters: we had, therefore, only Sir Joshua Reynolds, two Miss Palmers, Dr. Calvert, Mr.
Rose Fuller, and Lady Ladd.[58] Dr. Johnson did not return.
Sir Joshua I am much pleased with: I like his countenance, and I like his manners; the former I think expressive, and sensible; the latter gentle, una.s.suming, and engaging.
The dinner, in quant.i.ty as well as quality, would have sufficed for forty people. Sir Joshua said, when the dessert appeared, "Now if all the company should take a fancy to the same dish, there would be sufficient for all the company from any one."
After dinner, as usual, we strolled out: I ran first into the hall for my cloak, and Mrs. Thrale, running after me, said in a low voice,
"If you are taxed with "Evelina," don"t own it; I intend to say it is mine, for sport"s sake."
You may think how much I was surprised, and how readily I agreed not to own it; but I could ask no questions, for the two Miss Palmers followed close, saying,
"Now pray, ma"am, tell us who it is?"
"No, no," cried Mrs. Thrale, "who it is, you must find out. I have told you that you dined with the author; but the rest you must make out as you can."
Miss Thrale began t.i.ttering violently, but I entreated her not to betray me; and, as soon as I could, I got Mrs. Thrale to tell me what all this meant. She then acquainted me, that, when she first came into the parlour, she found them all busy in talking of "Evelina," and heard that Sir Joshua had declared he would give fifty pounds to know the author!
"Well," said Mrs. Thrale, "thus much, then, I will tell you; the author will dine with you to-day."
They were then all distracted to know the party.
"Why," said she, "we shall have Dr. Calvert, Lady Ladd, Rose Fuller, and Miss Burney."
"Miss Burney?" quoth they, "which Miss Burney?"
"Why, the eldest, Miss f.a.n.n.y Burney; and so out of this list you must make out the author."
I shook my head at her, but begged her, at least, to go no further.
"No, no," cried she, laughing, "leave me alone; the fun will be to make them think it me."
However, as I learnt at night, when they were gone, Sir Joshua was so very importunate with Mr. Thrale, and attacked him with such eagerness, that he made him confess who it was, as soon as the ladies retired.
Well, to return to our walk. The Miss Palmers grew more and more urgent.
"Did we indeed," said the eldest, "dine with the author of "Evelina?""
"Yes, in good truth did you."
"Why then, ma"am, it was yourself."
"I shan"t tell you whether it was or not; but were there not other people at dinner besides me? What think you of Dr. Calvert?"
"Dr. Calvert? no! no; I am sure it was not he: besides, they say it was certainly written by a woman."
"By a woman? nay, then, is not here Lady Ladd, and Miss Burney, and Hester?"[59]
"Lady Ladd I am sure it was not, nor could it be Miss Thrale"s. O maam!