You are Sir Charles Grandison, I suppose, sir, said she; I never saw you
before: I have heard much talk of you.--But, pray, sir, are good men
always officious men? Cannot they perform the obligations of friendship,
without discomposing families?
You see me now, madam, in an evil moment, if you are displeased with me:
but I am not used to the displeasure of ladies: I do my utmost not to
deserve it; and, let me tell you, madam, that I will not suffer you to be
displeased with me.
I took her half-reluctant hand, and led her to a chair, and seated myself
in another near her.
I see, sir, you have your arts.
She took the fire-screen, that hung by the side of the chimney, and held
it before her face, now glancing at me, now turning away her eye, as if
resolved to be displeased.
You come upon a hateful errand, sir: I have been unhappy ever since your
officious letter came.
I am sorry for it, madam. While you are warm with the remembrance of a
past misunderstanding, I will not offer to reason with you: but let me,
madam, see less discomposure in your looks. I want to take my
impressions of you from more placid features: I am a painter, madam: I
love to draw lady's pictures. Will you have this pass for a first
sitting?
She knew not what to do with her anger: she was loath to part with it.
You are impertinent, Sir Charles--Excuse me--You are impertinent.
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