My dear Mr. Selby, you should not remember past things. You had very odd ways I was afraid, for a good while, of venturing with you at all Now, dame Selby, I have you at a why-not, or I never had; though, by the way, your ww-evenness increased my oddness, But what oddness is in Sir Charles Grandison? If he is not even, neither you nor I were ever odd. What reason is there for him to run the female gauntlope? I pity the excellent jnan; remembering how I was formerly vexed myself I hate this shilly-shally fooling; this /i,-:oiv-your-mind and not know-your-mind nonsense. As I hope to live and breathe, I’ll, I’ll, I’ll blow you all up, without gtmpoxvder or oatmeal, if an honest gentle-man is thus to be fooled with; and after such a letter too from his friend Jeronymo, in the names of the whole family. LadyG.for my money! [Ah, thought I, Lady G. gives better advice than she even ivishes to know how to take!] I like her notion of pai’allel lines. Sir Charles Grandison is none of your o-ew-gaw-xvhip-jach, that you know not where to have. But I tell you, dame Selby, that neitlier you nor your niece know how, with your Ji/ie souls, and/zVze sense, to go out of the common fhnality path, when you get a man into your gin, however superior he is to common in fan elements, and low chicanery, and dull and cold forms, as Sir Charles properly called them, in his address to the little pugs-face. [I do love her, with all her pretty ape’s tricks: for what are you all, but, right or wrong, apes of one an-other?J And do you think, with all your tciadom, he sees not through you? He does; and, as a wise man, must despise you all, with yourjhnalUies and Jorsooths

No femality, Mr. Selby, is designed Xo

I am impatient, dame Selby, light of my eye, and dear to my heart and soul, as you are; I will take my own way in this. I have no mind that the two dearest creatures in the world, to me, shouid render themselves dcspisable in the eyes of a man they want to think highly of them. And here if I put in, and say but a wry word, as you think it I am to be called to account

My dear, did you not begin the subject? said my aunt.

I am to be closetted, and to be documentized, proceeded he Not another word, dame Selby; I am not in humour to bear them: I will take my own way And that’s enough.

And then, I suppose, he stuck his hands in his sides, as he does when he is good-humouredly angry; and my aunt, at such times, gives uj), till a more convenient opportunity; and then she always carries her point (because she is always reasonable); for which he calls her a Parthian woman.