Cecilia, somewhat ashamed of this speech, looked towards young Delvile, in whom it occasioned the first smile she had seen that evening.
Been looking about for you! continued Briggs, nodding sagaciously; believe Ive found one will do. Guess what I mean;£100,0000hay?what say to that? any thing better at the west end of the town?
£100,000! cried Morrice, and pray, Sir, who may this be?
Not you, Mr jackanapes! sure of that. Ant quite positive hell have you, neither. Think he will, though.
Pray; Sir, what age is he? cried the never daunted Morrice.
Why aboutlets seedont know, never heard,what signifies?
But, Sir, hes an old man, I suppose, by being so rich?
Old? no, no such thing; about my own standing.
What, Sir, and do you propose him for an husband to Miss Beverley?
Why not? know ever a one warmer? think Master Harrel will get her a better? or tother old Don, in the grand square?
If you please, Sir, cried Cecilia hastily, we will talk of this matter another time.
No, pray, cried young Delvile, who could not forbear laughing, let it be discussed now.
Hate em, continued Mr Briggs, hate em both! one spending more than hes worth, cheated and over-reached by fools, running into gaol to please a parcel of knaves; tother counting nothing but uncles and grandfathers, dealing out fine names instead of cash, casting up more cousins than guineas
Again Cecilia endeavoured to silence him, but, only chucking her under the chin, he went on, Ay, ay, my little duck, never mind em; one of em int worth a penny, and tother has nothing in his pockets but lists of the defunct. What good will come of that? would not give twopence a dozen for em! A poor set of grandees, with nothing but a tie-wig for their portions!
Cecilia, unable to bear this harangue in the presence of young Delvile, who, however, laughed it off with a very good grace, arose with an intention to retreat, which being perceived by Sir Robert Floyer, who had attended to this dialogue with haughty contempt, he came forward, and said, now then, madam, may I have the honour of your hand?
No, Sir, answered Cecilia, I am engaged.
Engaged again? cried he, with the air of a man who thought himself much injured.
Glad of it, glad of it! said Mr Briggs; served very right! have nothing to say to him, my chick!
Why not, Sir? cried Sir Robert, with an imperious look.
Shant have her, shant have her! can tell you that; wont consent; know you of old.
And what do you know of me, pray Sir?
No good, no good; nothing to say to you; found fault with my nose! hant forgot it.
At this moment Mr Marriot came to claim his partner, who, very willing to quit this scene of wrangling and vulgarity, immediately attended him. Miss Larolles, again flying up to her, said O my dear, we are all expiring to know who that creature is! I never saw such a horrid fright in my life!
Cecilia was beginning to satisfy her, but some more young ladies coming up to join in the request, she endeavoured to pass on; O but, cried Miss Larolles, detaining her, do pray stop, for Ive something to tell you thats so monstrous youve no idea. Do you know Mr Meadows has not danced at all! and hes been standing with Mr Sawyer, and looking on all the time, and whispering and laughing so youve no notion. However, I assure you, Im excessive glad he did not ask me, for all I have been sitting still all this time, for I had a great deal rather sit still, I assure you; only Im sorry I put on this dress, for any thing would have done just to look on in that stupid manner.
Here Mr Meadows sauntered towards them; and all the young ladies began playing with their fans, and turning their heads another way, to disguise the expectations his approach awakened; and Miss Larolles, in a hasty whisper to Cecilia, cried, Pray dont take any notice of what I said, for if he should happen to ask me, I cant well refuse him, you know, for if I do, hell be so excessive affronted you cant think.
Mr Meadows then, mixing in the little group, began, with sundry grimaces, to exclaim how intolerably hot it is! theres no such thing as breathing. How can anybody think of dancing! I am amazed Mr Harrel has not a ventilator in this room. Dont you think it would be a great improvement?
This speech, though particularly addressed to no one, received immediately an assenting answer from all the young ladies.
Then, turning to Miss Larolles, Dont you dance? he said.
Me? cried she, embarrassed, yes, I believe so,really I dont know,I ant quite determined.
O, do dance! cried he, stretching himself and yawning, it always gives me spirits to see you.
Then, turning suddenly to Cecilia, without any previous ceremony of renewing his acquaintance, either by speaking or bowing, he abruptly said Do you love dancing, maam?
Yes, Sir, extremely well.
Im very glad to hear it. You have one thing, then, to soften existence.
Do you dislike it yourself?
What dancing? Oh dreadful! how it was ever adopted in a civilized country I cannot find out; tis certainly a Barbarian exercise, and of savage origin. Dont you think so, Miss Larolles?
Lord no, cried Miss Larolles, I assure you I like it better than any thing; I know nothing so delightful, I declare I dare say I could not live without it; I should be so stupid you cant conceive.
Why I remember, said Mr Marriot, when Mr Meadows was always dancing himself. Have you forgot, Sir, when you used to wish the night would last for ever, that you might dance without ceasing?
Mr Meadows, who was now intently surveying a painting that was over the chimney-piece, seemed not to hear this question, but presently called out I am amazed Mr Harrel can suffer such a picture as this to be in his house. I hate a portrait, tis so wearisome looking at a thing that is doing nothing!
Do you like historical pictures, Sir, any better?
O no, I detest them! views of battles, murders, and death! Shocking! shocking!I shrink from them with horror!
Perhaps you are fond of landscapes?
By no means! Green trees and fat cows! what do they tell one? I hate every thing that is insipid.
Your toleration, then, said Cecilia, will not be very extensive.
No, said he, yawning, one can tolerate nothing! ones patience is wholly exhausted by the total tediousness of every thing one sees, and every body one talks with. Dont you find it so, maam?
Sometimes! said Cecilia, rather archly.
You are right, maam, extremely right; one does not know what in the world to do with ones self. At home, one is killed with meditation, abroad, one is overpowered by ceremony; no possibility of finding ease or comfort. You never go into public, I think, maam?
Why not to be much marked, I find! said Cecilia, laughing.
O, I beg your pardon! I believe I saw you one evening at Almacks; I really beg your pardon, but I had quite forgot it.
Lord, Mr Meadows, said Miss Larolles, dont you know you are meaning the Pantheon? only conceive how you forget things!
The Pantheon, was it? I never know one of those places from another. I heartily wish they were all abolished; I hate public places. Tis terrible to be under the same roof with a set of people who would care nothing if they saw one expiring!