Cecilia; Or, Memoirs of an Heiress — Volume 2Burney, Fanny
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Cecilia; Or, Memoirs of an Heiress — Volume 2
Burney, Fanny
England -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Love stories; Young women -- Fiction
Mr Meadows, who was seated in the middle of the box, was lolloping upon
the table with his customary ease, and picking his teeth with his usual
inattention to all about him. The intrusion, however, of so large
a party, seemed to threaten his insensibility with unavoidable
disturbance; though imagining they meant but to look in at the box,
and pass on, he made not at their first approach any alteration in his
attitude or employment.
“See, ladies,” cried the officious Morrice, “I told you there was room;
and I am sure this gentleman will be very happy to make way for you, if
it's only out of good-nature to the waiters, as he is neither eating nor
drinking, nor doing any thing at all. So if you two ladies will go in at
that side, Mr Harrel and that other gentleman,” pointing to Mr Marriot,
“may go to the other, and then I'll sit by the ladies here, and those
other two gentlemen--”
Here Mr Meadows, raising himself from his reclining posture, and staring
Morrice in the face, gravely said, “What's all this, Sir!”
Morrice, who expected to have arranged the whole party without a
question, and who understood so little of modish airs as to suspect
neither affectation nor trick in the absence of mind and indolence of
manners which he observed in Mr Meadows, was utterly amazed by this
interrogatory, and staring himself in return, said, “Sir, you seemed so
thoughtful--I did not think--I did not suppose you would have taken any
notice of just a person or two coming into the box.”
“Did not you, Sir?” said Mr Meadows very coldly, “why then now you do,
perhaps you'll be so obliging as to let me have my own box to myself.”
And then again he returned to his favourite position.
“Certainly, Sir,” said Morrice, bowing; “I am sure I did not mean to
disturb you; for you seemed so lost in thought, that I'm sure I did not
much believe you would have seen us.”
“Why Sir,” said Mr Hobson, strutting forward, “if I may speak my
opinion, I should think, as you happen to be quite alone, a little
agreeable company would be no such bad thing. At least that's my
notion.”
“And if I might take the liberty,” said the smooth tongued Mr Simkins,
“for to put in a word, I should think the best way would be, if the
gentleman has no peticklar objection, for me just to stand somewhere
hereabouts, and so, when he's had what he's a mind to, be ready for to
pop in at one side, as he comes out at the t'other; for if one does not
look pretty 'cute such a full night as this, a box is whipt away before
one knows where one is.”
“No, no, no,” cried Mrs Harrel impatiently, “let us neither sup in this
box nor in any other; let us go away entirely.”
“Indeed we must! indeed we ought!” cried Cecilia; “it is utterly
improper we should stay; pray let us be gone immediately.”
Mr Harrel paid not the least regard to these requests; but Mr Meadows,
who could no longer seem unconscious of what passed, did himself so much
violence as to arise, and ask if the ladies would be seated.
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