But he was always exceedingly communicative in a man's party, and has told this delightful tale many scores of times to his apothecary, Dr.Gollop, when he came to inquire about the liver and the blue-pill.
Being an invalid, Joseph Sedley contented himself with a bottle of claret besides his Madeira at dinner, and he managed a couple of plates full of strawberries and cream, and twenty-four little rout cakes that were lying neglected in a plate near him, and certainly (for novelists have the privilege of knowing everything) he thought a great deal about the girl upstairs.

"A nice, gay, merry young creature," thought he to himself.

"How she looked at me when I picked up her handkerchief at dinner! She dropped it twice.

Who's that singing in the drawing-room?
'Gad! shall I go up and see ?" But his modesty came rushing upon him with uncontrollable force.

His father was asleep: his hat was in the hall: there was a hackney-coach standing hard by in Southampton Row.