“When next there was a rat-tat, Mrs. Cholmondeley and Lord Harcourt, and my father again, at the command of the former, moved into the middle of the room, and then Sir Joshua Reynolds and Dr. Warton entered. “No further company came. You may imagine there was a general roar at the breaking of the circle, and when they got into order, Mr. Sheridan seated himself in the place Mrs. Cholmondeley had left, between my father and myself. “And now I must tell you a little conversation which I did not hear myself till I came home; it was between Mr. Sheridan and my father. “‘Dr. Burney,’ cried the former, ‘have you no older daughters? Can this possibly be the authoress of ‘Evelina’?’ “And then he said abundance of fine things, and begged my father to introduce him to me. “‘Why, it will be a very formidable thing to her,’ answered he, ‘to be introduced to you.’ “‘Well, then, by-and-by,’ returned he. “Some time after this, my eyes happening to meet his, he waived the ceremony of introduction, and in a low voice said: “‘I have been telling Dr. Burney that I have long expected to see in Miss Burney a lady of the gravest appearance, with the quickest parts.’ “I was never much more astonished than at this unexpected address, as among all my numerous puffers the name of Sheridan has never reached me, and I did really imagine he had never deigned to look at my trash. “Of course I could make no verbal answer, and he proceeded then to speak of ‘Evelina’ in terms of the highest praise; but I was in such a ferment from surprise (not to say pleasure), that I have no recollection of his expressions. I only remember telling him that I was much amazed he had spared time to read it, and that he repeatedly called it a most surprising book; and some time after he added: ‘But I hope, Miss Burney, you don’t intend to throw away your pen?’ “‘You should take care, sir,’ said I, ‘what you say: for you know not what weight it may have.’ “He wished it might have any, he said; and soon after turned again to my father. “I protest, since the approbation of the Streathamites, I have met with none so flattering to me as this of Mr. Sheridan, and so very unexpected.... “Some time after, Sir Joshua returning to his standing-place, entered into confab with Miss Linley and your slave, upon various matters, during which Mr. Sheridan, joining us, said: “‘Sir Joshua, I have been telling Miss Burney that she must not suffer her pen to lie idle—ought she?’ “_Sir Joshua_: No, indeed, ought she not. “_Mr. Sheridan_: Do you then, Sir Joshua, persuade her. But perhaps you have begun something? May we ask? Will you answer a question candidly? “_F. B._: I don’t know, but as candidly as _Mrs. Candour_ I think I certainly shall. “_Mr. Sheridan_: What then are you about now? “_F. B._: Why, twirling my fan, I think!